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Chapter 776 [219]. Mortarion on the Earth
[Beyond Terra]

【Barbarus】

[When everyone in Terra works overtime]

A breeze blew by, and the tall crops rustled in the wind, rolling like pale white waves from one end of the field to the vague skyline beyond. The slightly pink sun slowly rose from the horizon, bringing a moderate sense of warmth to the body.

The distant sound of bells echoed along with the morning light. A flock of birds started with their wings, flew across the forest and towards the fields. The silent Death Guards disappeared along with the night. The streets gradually became lively. Children and young men who got up to attend military academies ran towards the school in a noisy manner, and from time to time they bumped into the red-robed mechanical sage who was walking slowly on the road.

The sage made a few unpleasant electronic sounds, but the children did not care. They laughed a few times and continued on their way. In Barbarus, there would always be pilgrims from the Mechanicus coming to make pilgrimages, and the spontaneous singing in the morning, noon and evening every day had long become a common sight for the people of Barbarus.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the ears of wheat in the mouth of the three-headed dog on the church, the Hades priest opened the church door, cooked and cleaned, and asked the people who had stayed overnight to leave.

After the children's playfulness dispersed from the streets, farmers, hunters, merchants and sons of the dead appeared. Compared with the hive planet, under the instruction of Mortarion and with the participation of the army, Barbarus still maintained a relatively simple social structure.

The needs of an entire 14th Legion of Death Guard are enough to consume the entire productivity of Barbarus and its star rings.

Barbaros, this charming pale green planet, is like a calm and gentle lake in this noisy, chaotic and crazy galaxy. She is silent, but not voiceless; she is dim, but not inferior because of it. The society that has been running for thousands of years will remain the same after thousands of years. Time does not flow here much. Except for the batches of soldiers leaving the school, the days here remain almost unchanged.

All the people of Barbarus, even the most rebellious sons of the dead, often miss their home planet in their dreams - the unique rhythm and charm can only be found on one planet, Barbarus.

This is the land created, maintained, and loved by Mortarion, the God of Death, the Pale Lord, and the Champion of the Fourteenth Legion.

This is also... the light that Hades once enlightened to Barbaros and the God of Death.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the outer layer of pale pink light gradually turned into rose red, sprinkling on the bone-white and gray insect helmets. The dew that had accumulated due to the night shook off the coolness and faded away.

Mortarion did not move.

Only the breeze gently lifted the cloak-like wings behind him.

The Primarch was quietly staying in the field. There was nothing special around him, just a corn field.

If we must say, there is a black cross fourteen miles away from Mortarion, and a military school twenty-one miles away from Mortarion. It was the tomb of the first batch of Death Guards. Herilla was buried there, and Mortarion once comforted the distraught Hades there. Later, the cross was corroded by poisonous gas, the cemetery turned into fertile fields, then into a lake, and finally was rebuilt into a hospital by the bustling people who came later.

These past events... If Mortarion talked about them, probably only Hades, Karas and Vorcus would still remember them.

These immortal beings were originally just a speck of dust left behind by Barbaros.

Mortarion thought nothing and did nothing. The towering monster simply stood in the field, like those insects that lingered on the branches for no reason, and once they stayed there, it seemed like a lifetime - unless a hurricane was coming, and then the insects would flap their wings and take off.

But if there is no wind or waves, then Mortarion will just stay there.

In their spare time, the Primarchs all have their own hobbies and ways of leisure. Roboute Guilliman likes to go to his bathhouse on Macragge. Of course, if Guilliman has a vacation now, he will probably spend the entire vacation unconscious in bed; Angron is used to going to the arena or school; Sanguinius likes to paint or sculpt alone; Conrad is similar to Sanguinius and also has an artistic hobby, but the tools he uses are bloodier.

Mortarion would sometimes stay in his apothecary, or pick a day with clear stars to write and draw on a piece of abacus paper - but now that he had arrived in Barbarus, and this was the vacation he had exchanged for Hades and Karas, why not go stand in the fields?
This would be Mortarion's favorite suggestion.

Then Mortarion lay motionless, as if he were dead.

He did nothing, thought nothing, just stood here, standing on the land that he had spent tens of thousands of years defending, standing on the land that he had spent tens of thousands of years to understand and thoroughly. Mortarion felt a calm joy. If the galaxy no longer needed him, he was willing to remain silent on Barbarus until eternity.

Of course, it would be better for Karas, Hades, and the Death Guard to come as well. No, they must come.

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Another fate line

【Barbarus】

"Return! Lord Mortarion has returned!"

The noisy white skulls were stuck in the mud beside the dirty street, chattering in simple low Gothic. Next to the white skulls, countless skeletons were piled up in the ground in all directions, making a creaking sound along with the voices of the white skulls.

The exhaust gas emitted by hundreds of hive cities piled up thickly in the clouds, and then slowly sank, mixing with the original poison gas on Barbarus, fermenting new poison juice. An unprepared natural person would suffocate to death on Barbarus. It would only take seven minutes without a gas mask for him to leave the world with his body turning white.

"My Lord, I don't see you! I don't see you!"

The white skull opened its jaws and clattered, "No see! No see!"

Hurrying footsteps passed by the streets beside it, and the fully armed, black raincoats-clad people of Barbaros left, wearing gas masks and protective goggles - there was always rain on Barbaros, and this melancholy lady was always crying softly, she was always mourning, always shedding tears.

The acid rain continues and is getting heavier.

【…】

A pale, unprotected hand stretched out into the air to catch the pungent raindrops. Above Barbarus, there was only one person who could walk unhindered on her muddy and dirty ground without any protection.

That was Mortarion, son of Barbarus and the arch-rebel.

He pursed his pale lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He looked up at the sky with hazy amber eyes in the chaos, but he only saw the heavy sky where he could never see the stars.

In order to land on Barbarus, the spacecraft needs to be specially modified, and the pilot must be a Barbarus. If an uninformed outsider lands rashly, he will be killed and swallowed up by Barbarus's poisonous sky.

Robert Guilliman demanded that all planets in the Empire, except those with special uses, be transformed into hive planets.

Barbarus would have been more crowded, but the Melancholic Rebel argued and rejected Guilliman's final development. Therefore, there is still a wasteland and a high mountain above Barbarus that have not been developed, retaining the original appearance of Barbarus.

As the planet of the Primarch, it also has some special powers. The Primarch is allowed to obtain the right to educate and culturally control the people on this planet.

This is also why, among the various legions, the recruits from the Primarch's home planet are the most favored by the Primarch, because their culture originates from the Primarch, not the Lord of the Empire, Robert Guilliman.

Mortarion chose suffering and eternal forbearance as the main theme of Barbarus. This also made the Barbarus people the most resilient in the entire empire. No one could endure a bad environment better than these taciturn, pale-faced people with dark circles under their eyes. Guilliman once described these people as silent ants. Even with their limbs broken, they seemed to feel no pain and moved little by little to complete the orders assigned by the ant king.

As Robert Guilliman said this with a smile, Mortarion stood beside him without saying a word. The Primarch's droopy and lifeless eyes looked like a dead man. He just did nothing and stared at Guilliman gloomily.

【call……】

Mortarion took a deep breath. The air of his hometown made him nostalgic, but also made him feel a little relaxed.

He felt the rain of Barbaryus wetting his hair and moistening his dry lips, comforting the long-returned wanderer. Even if he was an unforgivable criminal and had killed countless people, the mother in his hometown would still cry for him.

There is only Barbaros.

[I’m back…]

Mortarion stammered, his eyes hazy, and after a brief hesitation, he began to walk towards the place he was familiar with.

He didn't want to teleport or fly there. Mortarion just wanted to walk there step by step. Every time they went there, they walked there step by step - even though they rarely visited him after they ascended to demon status.

Pale souls wandered across the wasteland, and those foul-smelling beasts smelled the breath of the Lord of the Planet. Pale Smilers and Bone Beasts gathered in groups from all over the wasteland. These rough and clumsy guys tried clumsily to rub Mortarion's clothes with their heads to show goodwill to the rebel.

The sticky body fluids on their bodies stained Mortarion's clothes. Just like Robert Guilliman, Mortarion always appeared in front of his brothers in spotless clothes. The First Rebel would not choose overly fancy clothes, but the necessary tailoring and emblems would always be present. The neat lines of the clothes made the Primarch, who had the aura of a leader, stand out more.

Perhaps compared to Guilliman, Mortarion would be a more merciful king - but unfortunately, Mortarion had already failed in the dispute ten thousand years ago.

The Primarch did not feel offended or angry. In fact, no one or anything that stepped out from above Barbarus would make him angry. He was almost tolerant of everything towards Barbarus.

【Let’s leave here first. 】

Mortarion said lightly, pushing the bone beast that was nudging him, and after a small whimper, these big guys of Barbarus left. They were also the legacy of Barbarus. If Guilliman came to power, these big guys would probably be the first to disappear.

Mortarion just walked and walked, and gradually, the scenery turned into what he remembered. Under the protection of the Primarch's psychic power, the acid rain had not yet completely eroded this place.

【? 】

Mortarion lowered his eyes, and the Primarch's clear gaze allowed him to identify the only spot of scarlet on the dark brown ground. It was blood, fresh blood.

It seems someone arrived earlier than him.

This was unexpected. Mortarion's breathing quickened slightly. He indeed did not go to look for Vorcus.

The Primarch walked faster and faster, passing by the deserted houses and trotting towards the former cemetery. Everything was deserted, and the tall and short crosses in the cemetery had all been corroded by the passage of time. Only the black cross stood there forever, lonely and monotonous.

The rain continued to fall, getting heavier.

Passing through the black waterfall, Mortarion opened his eyes wide, he saw the scarlet figure standing in the cemetery, emitting bloody aura. In order to commemorate Hades, Vorcus never wore a helmet. The blood beast wore a rough coat, and his head had been corroded by acid rain to reveal some bone-white spots.

Seeing Mortarion coming, Vorcus turned aside from the black cross and looked at Mortarion.

The first traitor Mortarion reached an agreement with the three gods and played a trick on them. He sacrificed his own offspring instead of his own soul. He sacrificed the soul of Herrera to Queen Slaanesh, and Lady Psyche stood up from Herrera's soul with a fan; he sacrificed the soul of Kalas to his kind father Nurgle, and Typhons was born from Kalas's bones; he sacrificed the soul of Vorx to the Blood Lord Khorne... Vorx... still Vorx.

Because Vorcus signed a contract with Khorne before Mortarion - compared to Mortarion, the angry Vorcus was obviously more loved by Khorne.

"I didn't expect you to have the nerve to come back and see him."

Vorx said with a rough breath that it was difficult for the Demon Prince under Khorne to keep his sanity and not cut anything, so Vorx temporarily pierced his temple with a sharp black stone spike - so that he could no longer cut anything.

[I...didn't do anything wrong.]

Mortarion said hoarsely,
[He also did not refuse me to come to see him.]

"Ah,"

Vox laughed.

"He has absolutely no soul - death is a true dissolution for him, how can he reject you?"

He just didn’t reject me.

Mortarion's expression remained unchanged as he continued to speak shamelessly, while the Primarch moved his feet, as if trying to ask Vorcus, who was standing next to the simple black cross, to move away.

Vorcus let out a painful, beast-like roar, and Mortarion noticed that in his clenched right fist there was a small white flower that was soaked in blood and then completely destroyed by Barbarus's poisonous rain - Vorcus must have been hanging out with those Terrans again, so he wanted to learn their way of mourning.

Under the enormous pressure from the Primarch, Vorkes had to give in reluctantly, even though his eyes were as grim as if soaked in blood, and there was only anger bred by confusion in them.

The rain was pouring down.

Under Vorcus's gaze, Mortarion squatted down calmly and stared at the black cross seriously.

[You said... Is that world the utopia you mentioned? ]

"Whether that world is or not—this world has been completely destroyed by you."

Vox said angrily.

Mortarion remained unmoved, the dark tear marks on his cheeks becoming more noticeable.

(End of this chapter)