Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

Chapter 545 I have a competitor

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In the turbulent subspace, the Death Guard flagship Endurance is parked in a green space. This space cannot be described in words. Only the most loyal servants of Nurgle who love and respect their father can enter and stay here.

Unlike Typhons's Terminus flagship, Mortarion's Endurance seemed less mutated, but only less so than the Terminus, which looked like a space monster.

Just like Mortarion, an extreme materialist who has been firm from beginning to end, is still somewhat mutated.

In the chamber of the flagship dedicated to the Daemon Primarch, Mortarion admired his numerous collections.

Among them, his favorite is the soul of his adoptive father.

This monster, who couldn't tell whether he was a mutant or an alien, was tortured to the point of being dehumanized and losing his mind, and the state of his soul ensured that he would never die from torture like his physical body.

"Kulgas is banished."

"To be honest, I think I should have helped it in the first place. In any case, he was an ally like me in dealing with Guilliman."

"Then you let me keep going!" Mortarion roared.

Vash'tor's purpose was something Mortarion had always wondered about.

<divclass="contentadv">This guy shows up everywhere to cause trouble, like a god of trouble.

The next second, the Demon Engine was hit from behind by another alloy skeleton.

He has gone crazy and has no ability to hold normal conversations at all.

"In addition, regarding my purpose of helping you in the war..." Vashtor felt that he still had to explain clearly.

Both the daemon primarch and the lesser gods fell silent.

It does what it says.

"A head-on duel." Mortarion spread his wings and floated, "I like this suggestion."

"Kurgath was banished and it will take a long time for it to regroup."

Strong frame.

But it never mentions its own purpose. Kugas and Typhons both have their own purposes in this war, but Vashtor seems not to have one. What does this war have to do with it?

The mystery attached to Vash'tor made Mortarion feel that it could not be trusted.

Mortarion turned around and asked Vashtor: "What is your purpose?"

To be precise, it's the machine in the shadows.

Nano-tendons with flesh-and-blood properties connect the skeleton.

Its sound resonated in the cabin of the Endurance, and all the collections in the room were affected and suffered varying degrees of damage.

The factory used to produce Terminator power armor for the Black Legion, the factory used to produce demon engines, and the buildings used to make deals with demons were all damaged a lot.

Mortarion spoke to his adoptive father's spirit.

Although Vashtor personally led his demon engines to repel the enemy army in the end, he still suffered heavy losses.

Until a moment later, Vashtor advised: "Don't give up easily. You want to please your respected father, and I also have things I want to do. We should stick to it."

"Yax has not taken it. This planet is giving Father Nurgle the middle finger in the real universe."

"The arms race between two powerful races during the War in Heaven made me who I am."

Vash'tor's words sounded like pie-in-the-sky advice, but Mortarion believed what Vash'tor said.

"Ah...ah..."

The adoptive father's soul could only emit wailing sounds of unknown meaning, which was a sign that he was still immersed in some torture that penetrated his soul in the past.

In the final scene shown by Vash'Tor, an eight-legged demon engine recorded the enemy it saw during the battle.

That is Vashtor's territory in the subspace, which can also be called the Demon Realm. It is a terrifying steaming planet.

"Do you think it is feasible to attack Talon now?" Mortarion asked.

After talking about the current situation, Mortarion turned to look at Vashtor: "My brother has found a good helper, and his helper is much better than mine."

Vash'tor raised his hand and showed Mortarion a video.

The collaborator doesn't even say what he wants, which is a taboo in cooperation.

"The feasibility is infinitely close to zero." Vashtor said, "Tzeentch manipulated history and set up a big trap to weaken the reality membrane of the Talon sector. The Lord of the Maelstrom accidentally sent the Lord of Talon into Asia. Space, just this, is not enough to capture the star region, not to mention that there are more star gods now than before, and the celestial engine is far more powerful than before."

"We lost." Mortarion looked back at Vashtor, "We have been fighting until now, and it didn't take long before we suffered huge losses."

"Stop talking to yourself to a madman." Vashtor appeared strangely in the shadow behind Mortarion.

Vashtor nodded. It always talks about matters. If it is the truth, then it will admit it.

"What do you say?"

"I don't know what's the point of continuing this war?"

Countless machines with flesh and blood screamed and operated.

Because this time together made Mortarion realize that Vash'tor is not the kind of subspace creature that talks about things.

Vashtor stood impassive.

And the planet is being invaded.

This alloy skeleton had a cruel smile on its face and held a weapon with the properties of a living creature in its hand.

Mutual honesty is a necessary condition for cooperation.

Vashtor is always elusive. The power of this sub-space sub-god is related to machines. It is not surprising at all that it can emerge from a certain demon machine.

In the end, Vashtor did not talk about his own affairs immediately, but said to Mortarion: "Kurgath wants to create the most powerful death plague. It can no longer continue this work. If you need a Plant something powerful to deal with your brothers. This thing can be a plague, or of course it can be a weapon."

"Espando, the most important node of the plague network was destroyed, and Kalama was killed... To be honest, I don't know if it is completely dead. It said that it would only die when it witnessed the heat death of the universe. Damn, I don’t know if this is bullshit or if it’s true.”

"Make, invent."

It looks like a human skeleton, but the skeleton is made of metal.

"You know what I'm good at."

"My purpose..." Vashtor was lost in thought. He didn't seem to be hesitating whether to say it, but thinking about how to say it.

"I can help you with all-out war and put you and your brother in a head-to-head duel."

"I have only one purpose for cooperating with you, and that is that you must help me find the ownership of these alloy skeletons in subspace."

Vash'tor said as he walked towards a huge clock in Mortarion's collection, slender and twisted claws caressing the glass-like warp energy that sealed the clock.

"I have a competitor."