Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Mortarion's thoughts went back to the 30th century, to the time of the Horus Heresy.

If I had not believed Typhus so easily, this tragedy would not have happened.

During the Horus Heresy, the Death Guard Legion attempted to travel across the Warp to Terra to take part in the siege of the Emperor's Palace.

However, their fleet was caught in a Warp storm, and fell into a realm filled with disease and decay.

The power of Nurgle quietly seeped in, and the Death Guard warriors began to feel an inescapable weakness and pain.

At first, the warriors of the Death Guard tried to resist the disease.

Their genetically enhanced bodies are supposed to be immune to all natural diseases, but the plague of Nurgle is no ordinary virus, but a corrupting force from the Warp.

The disease spread through their bodies, causing their skin to fester, their muscles to dissolve, and their bones to become brittle.

Their breathing became heavy, and every gasp was accompanied by the smell of decay.

Despite the agony, the Death Guard warriors did not die.

Nurgle's power grants them immortality in agony, their bodies gradually transformed into rotting husks, yet they are still able to move.

Their armor was corroded by rust, and the once strong ceramic steel became brittle and even fused with their flesh.

Mortarion was helpless in the face of this situation and could only arrange for pharmacists to save the lives of the soldiers in the legion as much as possible, but it was too late.

Mortarion attempted to save his Legion, but found himself powerless against the might of Nurgle.

Nurgle's whispers echoed in his mind, promising that his suffering would end if he would only accept the gift of corruption.

Finally, Mortarion succumbed.

He accepted Nurgle's corruption and became his Daemon Primarch, and his Legion was completely corrupted.

When the Death Guard finally emerged from the Warp, they were no longer the warriors they once were, but plaguebringers of Nurgle.

Their bodies grew bloated and rotten, ichor seeping from the cracks in their armor and maggots wriggling in their wounds.

Their weapons and vehicles were also corrupted, emitting a foul stench and disease.

Despite this, their power is far greater, able to spread Nurgle's blessing upon the battlefield, dragging their enemies into eternal decay.

Among them, Mortarion has completely become a pawn of Chaos.

In the Gardens of Nurgle, Mortarion was surrounded by endless disease and decay.

His body began to fester and his skin peeled off, revealing rotten muscle and bone.

His breathing became heavy, and every breath was accompanied by the smell of rot.

His armor was corroded by rust, and the once strong metal became brittle.

Despite this, he did not die, but was kept in a state of eternal decay by the powers of Nurgle.

Nurgle's whispers echoed in Mortarion's mind, promising that he need no longer endure pain, but only accept the gift of decay.

Eventually his body was completely transformed into a giant, rotting monster.

His power grew stronger, but also more twisted, his soul was dominated by the will of Nurgle, and he became a loyal servant of Chaos.

During these ten thousand years, Mortarion had regretted his decision, but the power of Nurgle was constantly modifying his thoughts, just like a pair of invisible hands controlling him.

But at this moment, Mortarion saw hope.

If I could be purified, I could lead my descendants to escape from this plague and eternal war.

Then, Mortarion would end this chaos even at the cost of his own life.

From the very beginning, he had no intention of joining the Chaos Gods, but to seek another way out. Although he hated the Emperor and the Empire, he hated Chaos even more.

"Motarion! Come and help!"

Grootmar's hoarse shout was like a thunder, instantly waking Mortarion from his confusion.

He was seen holding the huge sickle tightly in his hand, but his body seemed to be under a spell, standing there in a daze, not knowing how to deal with this sudden situation.

"Damn you! Mortarion! What are you still dawdling about?"

Grootmare roared as he struggled to resist the fierce attack from the enemy.

Unfortunately, his strength was still slightly inferior, and the Rotgut Sword in his hand was actually knocked away by the opponent. Grootmar, who lost his weapon, was like a lamb to be slaughtered. He could only let the terrifying enemy, Perturabo, kick him around like a ball without any resistance.

"No...I refuse..."

Mortarion squeezed out these words with difficulty, but just as he finished his words, a mysterious and powerful force that was irresistible suddenly descended, like an invisible pair of big hands, tightly strangling his throat and completely controlling his body.

In an instant, Mortarion felt a heart-wrenching pain that made him kneel on his knees involuntarily, and the sickle in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

It turns out that this invisible force comes from the terrible Father Nurgle.

At this moment, the evil power of Nurgle's benevolent father is continuously invading Mortarion's body, forcibly controlling his every move.

Mortarion's consciousness gradually became blurred. His own will had completely disappeared, and what replaced it was the will of Nurgle's kind father, which was filled with the breath of decay and death.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a deafening roar, a ball of green light as thick as ink suddenly gushed out and rushed into Mortarion's body at lightning speed.

This green light contained endless power of eternity and decay; wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be corroded completely.

Driven by this powerful force, Mortarion slowly stood up like a puppet.

His originally clear eyes had now become cloudy, revealing a creepy indifference and cruelty.

Then, Mortarion mechanically bent down and picked up the scythe that had fallen to the ground, then turned around without hesitation and walked straight towards Perturabo, each step carrying a heavy murderous intent.

"boom!"

Mortarion's demon wings began to flap, and he rushed towards Perturabo at an extremely fast speed, then raised his scythe high and slashed at Perturabo's mecha.

However, before Mortarion could get close, he was shot down by an anti-aircraft missile on the Perturabo mecha.

"Are you being manipulated, Mortarion?"

A trace of sympathy flashed across Perturabo's cold expression, but soon, this sympathy was buried in the coldness.

"kill me……"

Mortarion squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty, but then he was controlled again and rushed towards Perturabo again.