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

Darkness crawls over the corridor like slime mold, breathing and corroding the tunnel.

The smelly and pungent thick fog filled the air, and the bells that could not possibly exist on the Endurance rang, echoing in the long, dark corridors.

The moist and warm fungi and viruses are spreading and growing rustlingly.

Shiny beetles and plump black-haired flies gathered together in a group, swarming along the gaps in the corridor in a dark mass.

Sometimes, a shrill scream breaks the silence, only to be swallowed up by darkness again.

Dull explosions sounded from time to time, which were tunnel bombs placed in advance.

Mortarion grasped the scythe's staff of Nirvana.

The first to arrive on the battlefield is a corrupted crew member, alive or dead.

The white-green loose skin detached from his red and yellow muscles and fell like liquid, hitting the ground with a splat.

The eyeballs were like fat, soft worms, protruding from his eye sockets. The front part was crystal clear and the back part was cloudy.

The strange three-circle symbol is imprinted on his forehead, which is the gift of a loving father.

Seeing the heavily armed Mortarion and Death Guard, the crew member drooled.

Liquid gushes from his eyes, moistening the worm.

The sound of pistols and lanterns screamed, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. Once detonated, the battlefield returned to loneliness.

But [they] have discovered them.

Mortarion's sighing breathing sounded, as if he was mourning the death of a crew member, or ordering everyone to be on guard.

When the first Plague Marine arrives, the war begins.

The fierce hail of bullets immediately tore apart the first batch of enemies who rushed to the front line. The pieces of flesh exploded with pus and spread on the deck.

In the long and narrow corridor leading to the hall, countless plague warriors poured in continuously, as if they were tireless and fearless.

They were just here to get here.

The stinky flesh and blood gradually accumulated, and the dead corpses of the Plague Soldiers became excellent bunkers. The enemy troops on the corridor continued to advance, and the stench and fog immediately enveloped the area occupied by them.

Soon, the corpses of the plague warriors had piled up at the entrance of the hall, and a pale mist enveloped them, making it impossible to see through the other side.

But this time not a single Plague Marine emerged from the fog.

Mortarion took a deep breath.

They are waiting.

The bell rang again.

A dim pale light emerged from the fog, and a tall figure——

"boom!!!"

Mortarion directly pressed the bomb switch buried at the other end of the corridor wall!

A huge amount of bombs directly cut off the corridor!

This is a one-way street, and blowing it up means that the enemies at the back end of the ship cannot come to rescue immediately. The bait has been taken at this moment!

However, the smoke from the explosion dispersed, and the figure slowly walked out of the fog.

[You don’t think this can really stop me, do you? ]

[Mortarion] stepped out of the fog, seven Deathshrouds lingering around him.

Mortarion's pupils narrowed rapidly——

That's, that's him.

he himself.

The swollen body was like a dead body soaked in water and turned white, hidden between the seemingly crumbling armor.

Pus overflowed from the gaps in the armor, and pale flesh was squeezed in between, like balloons filled with mucus.

The poisonous gas enveloped [him], and the breathing tube was inserted directly into his mouth and nose, growing together with the flesh and blood, rising and falling slowly.

The muddy yellow saliva mixed with tiny pieces of meat hung between [his] intricate respiratory tract, like a spider web.

[His] eyes were hazy and white, with mist drifting between them.

The huge wings of the moth were folded and screened behind [him].

The acrid stench passed through the breathing mask and hit his soul, and Mortarion felt his stomach juices rising.

This is himself.

he will be like that

Mortarion felt dazed for a while. Hades beside him realized that something was wrong with him and immediately touched him with his scythe.

Not only Mortarion, Hades felt that something was wrong with the entire Death Guard after [Mortarion] appeared!

Dead silence fell over them.

no!

Hades blinked and activated the obituary. The chain saw roared, seeming to bring back part of the person's consciousness.

[Mortarion]'s meditation was also interrupted by him.

He looked away from his weak self,

[interesting. ]

[Mortarion] narrowed his eyes narrowly.

[I don't remember ever having such a Deathshroud. ]

It's just one more betrayer.

"Because I'm not you."

"Neither can I become you!"

Mortarion raised his scythe and charged directly. Between the battles between the original bodies, there was no point in being an experienced Space Marine.

If [he] loses, then Mortarion can slowly clean up his ships.

If he loses, [Mortarion] will corrupt everything that's left.

[As a weak person, it is not difficult for me to accept the truth. ]

[Don’t be deceived by lies anymore. ]

Compared to Mortarion who was going all out, [Mortarion] seemed more calm. His body was more than twice as big as his uncorrupted self, making him a sure winner in this duel.

[He] who understands his loving father is already in an invincible position.

[I am stronger than you. ]

[Why are you still struggling? ]

"I don't want this kind of power!"

Mortarion shouted, his roar piercing the space!

Fire is flying! The war sickle is flying!

The two scythe-wielding Primarchs now danced their scythes to the extreme, and all kinds of changes unfolded in the duel, and the scythe moves that the Death Guard had never heard of emerged one after another.

[Motarion] did not use the gift of his father, [he] wanted to conquer him by force.

The duel between the two Mortarions was destined to be a protracted war.

Near the two Primarchs who were fighting fiercely, [Motarion]'s [Death Shrouds] also started fighting. These warriors cursed by Nurgle were far more powerful than others, and they silently charged towards the veterans of the Death Guard.

As long as their scythes scratched a little armor, viruses and bacteria would swarm in, completely making these Death Guards lose their combat effectiveness!

Hades shot a [Death Shroud] in the head, and Blanca took the opportunity to block his scythe with a knife. Hades rushed over and tore open the head of the shroud with an obituary.

A [Death Shroud] lost his combat effectiveness.

[Motarion] blinked unhappily.

Untouchable?

No, not really.

[He] thought.

[He] knocked Mortarion back with his sickle and untied a lichen-covered bell from his belt.

[Ding-ling-ling.]

All [his] soldiers present immediately turned into a pool of pus, and the sacrifice summoned the reward of the loving father.

The bell rang, and the plague fell suddenly.

Except for Mortarion and Hades, all the soldiers present immediately fell down holding their necks in pain.

And Mortarion was not much better, he trembled and held on to not fall down.

[The good news is that you and I are one, so the plague likes us very much.]

[Mortarion] looked at his own painful posture with pleasure.

However, Hades in the distance instantly fired a bullet at the face of the triumphant [Mortarion].

[He] frowned, shook his body, and dodged the bullet.

But Hades had pulled Mortarion back at this moment, and he put the obituary on Mortarion's armor.

The plague on Mortarion subsided.

[Mortarion] opened his eyes wide, and the hazy white pupils were shocked for a moment.

[Untouchable? I have never seen an Untouchable who can expel blessings.]

But [he] smiled instantly,

[Pledge allegiance to me, my child.]

[Even if you are an Untouchable, I may give you power and glory.]

[The power of the Death Guard will be open to you.]

It's just another Kharas. As long as you tell him that the overall situation is over and promise him benefits, he will abandon his old master.

Hades held Mortarion and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, [Mortarion], but I would rather die than become a plague pig."

Mortarion's mocking laughter mixed with coughs sounded.

Even though his body was still in pain, his soul was burning, and the screams of his offspring echoed in his ears.

Hades always said strange things, but this word was extremely appropriate at this moment.

He didn't dislike it. "See, that's why I said, I'm not you."

Mortarion said with a smile.

"Pig of plague."