Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Warning: The story of this book's storyline and the original demon-ascension storyline's two Death Guards encountering each other and starting a war.

Practice writing, scribble on fleet wars, subscribe carefully, there is no logic. The protagonist's fighting power is a mystery. It is purely a side story, does not involve the main plot, and is a longer story.

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These were dark ages, when the Primarch was gone and mortals struggled 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's wailing made Mortarion feel better. He waved his hand and the viewing glass covered in turbid slime became transparent, allowing him to see the God of Death's next target clearly.

Spread your father's kindness to mortals.

However, on the other side of the glass, the slowly floating fleet——

[Mortarion] opened his eyes wide, and the white mucus blurred his vision. The Endurance, that's the Endurance!

Still intact. Not defective. Pure.

A trace of pus overflowed from the gap in his breathing mask, and he coughed and struggled to breathe. How is it possible, how is it possible? !

"attack."

[Mortarion] murmured.

"The whole team is hidden and all communication signals are blocked,"

Dear Father, please let us hide in death.

"All the fleets immediately surrounded the Reaper of Souls. The fourth knight, my deceased daughter, alternately stood on the bow of the Reaper of Souls."

"[Vox], lead your Silent Group Leader 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 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 rapid firepower of the Death Guard that engaged the enemy only destroyed the outermost cruiser of the enemy's fleet. The Fourth Knight in the center of the fleet continued to accelerate, with its pointed bow pointed directly at its target——

Slowly floating, the side string of 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 and dense slime clinging to the enemy ships

The scene in the fantasy appears again

The enemy fleet is still accelerating, and there is no time——

The top priority must be the Endurance.

"Endurance, turn around and show the enemy with your bow."

"The largest void shield, gravity field."

There was no time to speed up.

"The fleet gathers, the Terminus and My Dead Daughter move to the attack route of the enemy ships, and attack the enemy in a sine wave, using the maximum power of the void shield and the maximum power of the engine."

"Cruiser, rush to the other side."

Since the opponent chooses to abandon the peripheral 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 densely packed 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, and 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——

[future]

The plague-ridden body, the white body swollen by the curse, slime seeping from the gaps in the power armor, and weird tattered wings sticking out from behind themselves.

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 war scythe's death began to disappear.

"Mortarion?"

"Mortarion, if we take the light cruiser now, we can still escape, right?"

The familiar voice and the still strange suggestion brought Mortarion back to his thoughts.

He took a deep breath,

"No, this is fate. I realize that we will eventually have a battle."

Wearing the Terminator Armor, Hades, now the Death Shroud, blinked. Is it still too late for him to run away now?

However, an unfounded malice stared at him.

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