Chapter 92 Extra 4.3 Is your name Mortarion? !
Anger, complete anger, was like a rolling wave, raging in the flagship of the Fourteenth Legion, and darkness and illness enveloped everything in the world.
The poisonous mist is rolling, without wind, and Nurgle's spiritual energy is mixed in, corroding the souls of all living creatures.
The thick yellow-green mist seemed to be liquefied, thickly brushing over everything in it, and droplets of phlegm-like liquid had adhered to the smooth power armor of the Death Guard.
[Mortarion] stood in the center of the poisonous mist, with an ominous and strange green light flashing in his fly-like black compound eyes. The poisonous mist rolled up his broken black turbid cloak, slowly floating in the poisonous mist.
[He] is surrounded by green psychic energy fluctuations, and on the strange moth wings, lin powder sparkles, and the psychic energy riots are completely different from the psychic energy explosion just now!
Opposite [Mortarion], Mortarion held his scythe tightly to confront [him], while Hades quietly used his black domain under the cover of Mortarion to treat those who were plagued by the plague. Death Guards,
[It seems our conversation can no longer continue. ]
The buzzer of the gas mask sounded, and [Mortarion]'s hoarse but gritted voice sounded,
[Stupid and short-sighted scum, idiots who can't even distinguish the facts, you who are about to die will only beg for mercy under my scythe! ]
[But I will not grant you my kindness! ]
[Mortarion] suddenly laughed, as if [he] had seen the fate of those dying, as if he had become the benevolent legion commander again, his hoarse laughter was like a dying lung cancer patient, struggling Cursing all beautiful and healthy creatures.
Not paying attention to Mortarion and Hades opposite him at all, [Mortarion] moved his gaze towards [his] scythe of Nirvana.
On the sickle pole, entangled with vines and buzzing with flies, a lantern-like cage creaked,
[Look, my masterpiece. ]
[Mortarion] narrowed his eyes and looked at Mortarion as if smiling, but his eyes did not fall on Mortarion, but fell further away,
[I miss you You will definitely recognize him. ]
[He is our father. ]
Psychic energy burst out, and flies buzzed and circled around the lantern. Under [Mortarion]'s instructions, the green-headed flies hit the lantern crazily, and the creatures inside were awakened. The alien that was originally fainting in pain was now He screamed and cursed in pain -
"Mortarion, my most failed experiment!!!"
"You are a loser!! Coward!!!"
"You are the same in any world!!"
"Damn it! Live with your remaining pride! Live by clinging to the past and torturing your father! This is all you can do!" I have
heard the curse from the weak father thousands of times, [Motali An] is not annoyed,
[it took me a long time to capture his soul,]
[but the good news is, it doesn't seem like it will take that long to capture you. ]
[Struggling in my plague! ! ! Experience the never-ending pain! !
As soon as the vicious words were spoken, [Mortarion] raised his scythe and charged. Mortarion, who was well prepared, immediately responded to the enemy .
The bright yellow sparks were so conspicuous in the thick green mist, penetrating straight through the darkness, and a tooth-gripping sound burst out, hitting the soul directly. "That's a
good idea."
Mortarion looked at [Mortarion ] eyes, the gas mask hissed,
"Unfortunately, unlike you, I didn't kill him in the end. I have already killed my adoptive father."
Mortarion smiled.
[A coward who has never experienced real pain! What do you know? ! ]
[Mortarion] slashed directly with his scythe. A figure several times larger than Mortarion shuttled through the fog. The scythe opened and closed in an unpredictable manner.
Diseases and plagues cling to the chain blade, and a strange purple luster shines in the fog.
Compared to the already enraged [Mortarion], Mortarion's reception was particularly difficult. The gap between him and his opponent was not only thousands of years of actual combat experience, but also the gap of Nurgle's curse.
[Mortarion]'s scythe danced faster and faster -
although Mortarion had the upper hand in the conversation, in the current battle, the balance of victory was indeed slowly tilting towards [Mortarion] ! ! !
Mortarion gritted his teeth, his gas mask working hard, and he devoted himself to fighting his other self.
However, [Mortarion] turned sideways, and [his] wings and scythe flew directly towards Mortarion. Seeing that Mortarion could only block the scythe - there was a
gunshot and the flames were burning. !
Tiny scales burned and turned to ashes in the mist.
Mortarion ignored what was behind him and seized this opportunity to counterattack!
[Despicable villain who shoots cold shots. 】
【Except for your physique, you are useless. ]
While dealing with Mortarion's scythe, [Mortarion] stared behind Mortarion.
After placing the others, Hades stood behind, gun smoke drifting away.
"It's better than relying on the curse of garbage."
Hades's calm voice sounded, but the shooting in his hand did not stop, and the fire spurted out.
Hades's shooting skillfully matched Mortarion's attack.
The bullets either hit somewhere together with the scythe, or they shot at the weak spots in [Mortarion's] armor while the two were stalemate.
Or a shot to the face to cover up Mortarion's next attack.
For a moment, the situation seemed to be reversed.
However, Hades' brain is making crazy calculations. Although the situation is improving now, they are currently no match for [Mortarion].
In other words, as long as they delay it any longer, they will lose!
What makes Hades feel uneasy is that since the Death Guard was attacked, the astrological call for help has not been sent out!
The subspace was turbulent, and all the astrologists who tried to call for help were swallowed up.
Hades looked at Mortarion, of course he knew what Mortarion was thinking.
Ever since another [Mortarion] boarded the ship, Mortarion didn't think he could survive!
Mortarion summoned some of the Barbarus-born Death Guard and ordered them to disperse among other flagships. They spread out and sniped at the enemy ships that rushed into the Death Guard.
But Hades knew that Mortarion's behavior was actually a disguised attempt to give other Death Guards the right to live!
As the main ship, the Endurance will attract the enemy's main firepower. If it takes advantage of the chaos, other fleets can escape and go to the Empire for help.
And not only that, in fact, just before the war began, Hades received a communication from Enrique, the Death Guard's forging master.
"Hades, Lord Mortarion once ordered a large amount of Alpha-type explosives suitable for flagship blasting to the Foundry Hall."
"And the range that its complete explosion can affect is exactly the size of an Endurance."
Hades was silent.
"I know,"
he said.
"What do you mean?"
"The Death Guard cannot live without its original body."
The voice of First Company Commander Barasin inserted into their communication channel,
"We have persuaded Lord Mortarion to insist on staying."
" But if all the Terran Death Guards stay, we can hold him back and let Lord Mortarion wait for reinforcements." "
This is not a rational decision."
Hades sighed silently, this is it Yes, rather than directly confronting the enemy, blockade and retreat are the wiser strategies.
In fact, he was originally thinking about whether Mortarion and [him] after ascending to the Demon were capable of fighting, but now the situation is very clear.
But the original body chose to stay and participate in his "destiny battle".
He has chosen death.
"The entire think tank is on standby."
Fernando's voice sounded.
"Hades, when Lord Mortarion decides to detonate, please be sure to place the think tank's marking beacon on Mortarion's power armor." Yes,
if the other side can teleport to the Endurance , then they can do the same.
Hades wanted to ask "Is it reliable?" After all, the waves in the subspace are so turbulent now. Can a think tank using psionic energy really use short-distance teleportation without any risk?
But he knows that there are some things that he can only choose to believe.
Hades chose to believe in the level of the Death Guard think tank.
"Okay"
and they didn't speak any more.
Enrique did not say that in order to ensure the perfect detonation of the main detonator bomb, he is now leading other technical sergeants to guard the vicinity of the bomb. If Mortarion detonates the bomb, they will be the first wave of Death Guards to be killed.
Fernando did not speak. The talisman array drawn by the think tank was shining brightly. All think tanks would dedicate their lives to the flawless transmission of this time.
Barasin did not speak. He was nervously arranging the positions of other fleets. Currently, there are no soldiers of Barbarus origin who can do this job.
So he must live. A heroic death does not belong to him.
Hades did not speak. They all know that even if the teleportation of the think tank can teleport more than one original body, Hades's physique makes it impossible for him to teleport psychically. , and Hades also had to stay away from Mortarion at the first moment of placing the beacon.
He took a deep breath and continued to shoot at [Mortarion] steadily.
Hades looked at the two Mortarians fighting in front of him speechlessly. It could be said that neither of them left a way for each other to survive!
After seeing the corrupt figure of this ascended demon, Mortarion had chosen to die to prove his ambition.
Either he kills [him], or he blows up the Endurance and lets them die together!
But the Death Guard still chose to keep their original body!
Hades swallowed. This was the connection between the original body and their descendants. He vaguely recalled the books he had read, the stories of the victorious Ultramarines who sacrificed their lives to buy time for Guilliman.
Now, it's the Death Guard's turn.
Time passed by, the fog became thicker and thicker, the display on the helmet was warning, and the visibility was getting lower and lower.
Mortarion's movements became more and more difficult, sweat and blood mixed with each other, and before he landed, he It was corroded and hissed in the poisonous mist.
The armor was broken by the scythe, and the poisonous mist poured in crazily. Hades was sure that he had seen pus and redness.
Compared to Mortarion, his other self, [Mortarion], seemed much more relaxed, like a cat playing with its prey, [he] began to tease the opponent easily.
[Weren’t you very eloquent just now? ]
[He] raised his eyebrows and looked at himself in a good mood.
【Why are not you talking? ]
[Mortarion] slash with all his strength!
The only answer [him] was Mortarion's labored breathing. Without any distraction, Mortarion felt that his vision was blurring, and there was a continuous dull pain from the wound. They clung to his spinal cord and wandered away. In his blood.
Sure enough, he is still too weak
[Don't worry, I am lost, I am still merciful. I will accept your head and grant you a merciful death. ]
[And everything you have is mine. 】
【Plague and disease will bless everything. ]
[It's a pity that you can't enjoy the scene of your heir struggling and screaming. 】
【Mortarion】With one easy slash, Mortarion was directly knocked back.
Mortarion knelt half on the deck, breathing laboredly.
He was dying.
Hades hurried forward, but it was obvious that not everything caused by the plague could be swallowed by the black domain - those damages were irreversible.
"I'm not you."
Mortarion said,
[Yeah, I'm not as weak as you, and you can only rely on mortals to defeat your enemies. 】
【You can't protect anything. ]
[Mortarion]'s relaxed voice sounded, [he] lowered his scythe, and stepped into the fog step by step.
Death has come to harvest life.
"I'm not you."
Mortarion muttered to himself as if he was unconscious.
His hand touched the sickle of silence, where a button disguised as a pattern lay quietly.
"I am not you, because -"
"I will never fall!"
Mortarion pressed forward.
At the same time, all Death Guard channels received a message from their Primarch,
"Thank you, sorry."
Explosion!
Everything has been eclipsed.
[Mortarion] opened his eyes wide, and [his] gas mask hissed, as if he was cursing something.
[Mortarion] still swung his scythe at Mortarion in vain. However, in the dazzling light of the explosion, Hades turned and rushed towards [Mortarion], and the obituary hit [Mortarion] directly. Nirvana prevented [Mortarion] from further attacking!
A negligibly weak blue psychic energy surrounded Mortarion, whose consciousness was gradually blurring.
A huge impact reached the hall and everything was drowned in the flash.
A silent and gorgeous explosion enveloped everything. Endurance's streamlined flagship was suddenly broken, huge black and mossy green fragments exploded, and countless small things were rushed out of the flagship in the turbulence and were ruthlessly thrown into the universe.
Other Death Guard cruisers that had been given orders long ago started up one after another. Their blue plasma engines roared. Some ships rushed towards the enemy ships, while others took advantage of the explosion flash of the Endurance and quietly left.
For a moment, next to the huge broken body of the Endurance, the fleets that looked like swimming fish were exchanging fire, but the small firelight looked so weak and ridiculous next to the mother who was slowly sinking in the background.
[Mortarion] Lift Hades.
The condition of [Mortarion] is not very good, it can be called terrible. The beautiful and flourishing diseases, plagues and parasites on his body are listless, and the burnt wings are weakly hanging aside, and the black The void is glaring
[I want you to play your part. 】
At the last moment, [Mortarion] used his wings to directly save the two people in the shock wave.
But [Mortarion] narrowed his eyes, a unique untouchable.
This will be useful.
(End of chapter)