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

Anger, complete anger, was like a rolling wave, raging in the flagship of the Fourteenth Legion, and darkness and illness enveloped everything in the world.

The poisonous mist rolls in and out without wind, and the spiritual energy of Nurgle is mixed in, corroding the souls of all living creatures.

The thick yellow-green mist seemed to be liquefied, viscously brushing over everything in it, and droplets of phlegm-like liquid had adhered to the smooth power armor of the Death Guard.

[Mortarion] stood in the center of the poisonous mist, with an ominous and strange green light flashing in his fly-like black compound eyes. The poisonous mist rolled up his broken black turbid cloak, slowly floating in the poisonous mist.

[He] is surrounded by green psychic energy fluctuations, and on the strange moth wings, lin powder sparkles, and the psychic energy riots are completely different from the psychic energy explosion just now!

Opposite [Mortarion], Mortarion held his scythe tightly to confront [him], while Hades quietly used his black domain to treat the plague-ridden people under the cover of Mortarion. The Death Guards,

[It seems our conversation can no longer continue. 】

The buzzer of the gas mask sounded, and [Mortarion]'s hoarse but gritted voice sounded,

[Stupid and short-sighted scum, fools who can't even tell the truth, you who are about to die will only beg for mercy under my sickle! 】

[But I will not grant you my mercy! 】

[Mortarion] suddenly laughed, as if [he] had seen the fate of those dying, as if he had become the benevolent legion commander again, his hoarse laughter was like a dying lung cancer patient, struggling to curse To all beautiful and healthy creatures.

Not paying attention to Mortarion and Hades opposite him at all, [Mortarion] moved his gaze towards [his] scythe of Nirvana.

A lantern-like cage creaked on the sickle pole, entangled with vines and buzzing with flies,

[Look, my masterpiece. 】

[Mortarion] narrowed his eyes and looked at Mortarion as if smiling, but his eyes did not fall on Mortarion, but fell further away.

[I think you can recognize him. 】

[He is our father. 】

The psychic energy exploded, and the flies buzzed and circled around the lantern. At [Mortarion]'s signal, the green-headed flies hit the lantern crazily, and the creatures inside were awakened. The alien that was originally fainting in pain now screamed screamed in agony and cursed——

"Mortarion, my most failed experiment!!!"

"You are a loser!! Coward!!!"

"You are the same in any world!!"

"Just live on your remaining ego! Just live on clinging to the past and torturing your father! That's all you can do!"

Having heard the curse from a weak father a thousand times, [Mortarion] was not annoyed at all.

【It took me a long time to capture his soul,】

[But the good news is, it doesn’t look like it will take that long to catch you. 】

【Struggling in my plague! ! ! Experience the never-ending pain! ! 】

As soon as the vicious words were spoken, [Mortarion] raised his scythe and charged. Mortarion, who was well prepared, immediately responded to the enemy.

The bright yellow sparks were so conspicuous in the thick green mist, penetrating straight through the darkness, and a tooth-gripping sound burst out, hitting the soul directly.

"Great idea."

Mortarion looked into [Mortarion's] eyes, the gas mask hissed,

"Unfortunately, unlike you, I didn't kill him in the end. I already killed my adoptive father."

Mortarion smiled.

[A coward who has never experienced real pain! What do you know? ! 】

[Mortarion] slashed directly with his scythe. A figure several times larger than Mortarion shuttled through the fog. The scythe opened and closed in an unpredictable manner.

Diseases and plagues cling to the chain blade, and a weird purple luster shines in the fog.

Compared to the already enraged [Mortarion], Mortarion's reception was particularly difficult. The gap between him and his opponent was not only thousands of years of actual combat experience, but also the gap of Nurgle's curse.

[Mortarion]'s scythe dances faster and faster——

Although Mortarion had the upper hand in the conversation, in the current battle, the balance of victory was indeed slowly tilting towards [Mortarion]! ! !

Mortarion gritted his teeth, his gas mask working hard, and he devoted himself to fighting his other self.

However, [Mortarion] turned sideways, and [his] wings and scythe flew directly towards Mortarion. Seeing that Mortarion could only barely block the scythe——

There was a gunshot and the flames were burning!

Tiny scales burned and turned to ashes in the mist.

Mortarion ignored what was behind him and seized this opportunity to counterattack!

[Despicable villain who shoots cold shots. 】

[Except for your physique, you are useless. 】

While dealing with Mortarion's scythe, [Mortarion] stared behind Mortarion.

After placing the others, Hades stood behind, gun smoke drifting away.

"It's better than you relying on the curse of garbage."

Hades' calm voice sounded, but the shooting in his hand did not stop, and fire spewed out.

Hades's shooting skillfully matched Mortarion's attack.

The bullets either hit somewhere together with the scythe, or they shot at the weak spots in [Mortarion's] armor while the two were stalemate.

Or a shot to the face to cover up Mortarion's next attack.

For a moment, the situation seemed to be reversed.

However, Hades' brain is making crazy calculations. Although the situation is improving now, they are currently no match for [Mortarion].

In other words, as long as they delay it any longer, they will lose!

What makes Hades feel uneasy is that since the Death Guard was attacked, the astrological call for help has not been sent out!

The subspace was turbulent, and all the astrologists who tried to call for help were swallowed up.

Hades looked at Mortarion, of course he knew what Mortarion was thinking.

Ever since another [Mortarion] boarded the ship, Mortarion didn't think he could survive!

Mortarion summoned some of the Barbarus-born Death Guard and ordered them to disperse among other flagships. They spread out and sniped at the enemy ships that rushed into the Death Guard.

But Hades knows that Mortarion's behavior is actually a disguised form of giving other Death Guards the right to live!

As the main ship, the Endurance will attract the enemy's main firepower. If it takes advantage of the chaos, other fleets can escape and go to the Empire for help.

And not only that, in fact, just before the war began, Hades received a communication from Enrique, the Death Guard's forging master.

"Hades, Lord Mortarion once ordered a large amount of Alpha-type explosives suitable for flagship blasting to the Foundry Hall."

"And the range that its complete explosion can affect is exactly the size of an Endurance."

Hades was silent.

"I see."

He said.

"What do you mean?"

"The Death Guard cannot live without its Primarch."

The voice of First Company Commander Balazin inserted into their communication channel,

"We have tried to persuade him, but Lord Mortarion insists on staying."

"But if all the Terran Death Guards stay, we can hold him back so that Lord Mortarion can wait for reinforcements."

"This is not a rational decision."

Hades sighed silently. It's like this. Rather than directly confronting the enemy, blockade and retreat are the wiser strategies.

In fact, he was originally thinking about whether Mortarion and [him] after ascending to the Demon were capable of fighting, but now the situation is very clear.

But the original body chose to stay and participate in his "destiny battle".

He has chosen death.

"The entire think tank is on standby."

Fernando's voice sounded.

"Hades, when Lord Mortarion decides to detonate, please be sure to place the think tank's marking beacon on Mortarion's power armor."

Yes, if the opponent can teleport to the Endurance, then they can do the same.

Hades wanted to ask "Is it reliable?" After all, the waves in the subspace are so turbulent now. Can a think tank using psionic energy really use short-distance teleportation without any risk?

But he knew that there were some things that he could only choose to believe.

Hades chose to believe in the level of the Death Guard think tank.

"good"

So they didn't speak anymore.

Enrique did not say that in order to ensure the perfect detonation of the main bomb, he is now leading other technical sergeants to guard the bomb. If Mortarion detonates the bomb, they will be the first wave of Death Guards to be killed.

Fernando didn't speak. The talisman array drawn by the think tank was shining brightly. All think tanks would dedicate their lives to the flawless transmission of this transmission.

Barasin did not speak. He was nervously arranging the positions of other fleets. Currently, there are no soldiers of Barbarus origin who can do this job.

So he must live, heroic death does not belong to him,

Hades did not speak. They all knew that even if the think tank's teleportation could teleport more than one original body, Hades's physique made it impossible for him to teleport psychically, and Hades had to be the first to place the beacon. Stay away from Mortarion at all times.

He took a deep breath and still shot at [Mortarion] steadily.

Hades looked at the two Mortarians fighting in front of him speechlessly. It could be said that neither of them left a way for each other to survive!

After seeing the corrupt figure of this ascended demon, Mortarion had chosen to die to prove his purpose.

Either he kills [him], or he blows up the Endurance and lets them die together!

But the Death Guard still chose to keep their primarch!

Hades swallowed. This was the connection between the original body and their descendants. He vaguely recalled the books he had read, the stories of the victorious Ultramarines who sacrificed their lives to buy time for Guilliman.

Now, it's the Death Guard's turn.

As time passed by, the fog became thicker and thicker, the display on the helmet sounded an alarm, and visibility became lower and lower.

Mortarion's movements became more and more laborious, sweat and blood mixed with each other, and before he even hit the ground, they were corroded by the poisonous mist, making a hissing sound.

The armor was broken by the scythe, and poisonous mist poured in crazily. Hades was sure that he had seen pus and redness.

Compared to Mortarion, his other self, [Mortarion], seemed much more relaxed, like a cat playing with its prey, [he] began to tease the opponent easily.

[Weren’t you very eloquent just now? 】

[He] raised his eyebrows and looked at himself in a good mood.

【Why are not you talking? 】

[Mortarion] slashed with all his strength!

The only answer [him] was Mortarion's labored breathing. Without any distraction, Mortarion felt that his vision was blurring, and there was a continuous dull pain from the wound. They clung to his spinal cord and wandered away. in his blood.

Sure enough, he is still too weak

[Don’t worry, I am lost, I am still merciful. I will accept your head and grant you a merciful death. 】

[And everything you have is mine. 】

[Plagues and diseases will bless this. 】

[It’s a pity that you can’t enjoy the scene of your heir struggling and screaming. 】

[Mortarion] easily knocked Mortarion back with one slash.

Mortarion knelt half on the deck, breathing laboredly.

He is dying.

Hades hurried forward, but it was obvious that not everything caused by the plague could be swallowed by the black domain - those damages were irreversible.

"I'm not you."

Mortarion said,

[Yes, I am not as weak as you, and you can only rely on mortals to defeat your enemies. 】

【You can’t protect anything. 】

[Mortarion]'s relaxed voice sounded, [He] lowered his scythe and stepped into the fog.

Death has come to harvest life.

"I'm not you."

Mortarion muttered to himself as if he was unconscious.

His hand touched the sickle of silence, where a button disguised as a pattern lay quietly.

"I'm not you because-"

"I will never fall!"

Mortarion pressed forward.

At the same time, all Death Guard channels received a message from their Primarch,

"Thank you. Sorry."

explode!

Everything has been eclipsed.

[Mortarion] opened his eyes wide, and [his] gas mask hissed, as if he was cursing something.

[Mortarion] still swung his scythe at Mortarion in vain. However, in the dazzling light of the explosion, Hades turned and rushed towards [Mortarion], and the obituary hit [Mortarion] directly. Annihilation prevented [Mortarion] from further attacking!

A negligibly weak blue psychic energy surrounded Mortarion, whose consciousness was gradually blurring.

A huge impact reached the hall and everything was drowned in the flash.

A silent and gorgeous explosion enveloped everything. Endurance's streamlined flagship was suddenly broken, huge black and mossy green fragments exploded, and countless small things were rushed out of the flagship in the turbulence and were ruthlessly thrown into the universe.

Other Death Guard cruisers that had been given orders long ago started up one after another. Their blue plasma engines roared. Some ships rushed towards the enemy ships, while others took advantage of the explosion flash of the Endurance and quietly left.

For a moment, next to the huge broken body of the Endurance, the fleets that looked like swimming fish were exchanging fire, but the small firelight looked so weak and ridiculous next to the mother who was slowly sinking in the background.

[Mortarion] Lift Hades.

The condition of [Mortarion] is not very good, it can be called terrible. The beautiful and flourishing diseases, plagues and parasites on his body are listless, and the burnt wings are weakly hanging aside, and the black The hole is very conspicuous

[I hope you play your part. 】

At the last moment, [Mortarion] used his wings to directly save the two people from the shock wave.

But [Mortarion] narrowed his eyes, a unique untouchable.

This will be useful.