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

A thick, foul-smelling fog filled the air, and the impossible bell on the Perseverance rang out, echoing through the long, dark corridors.

Moist and warm fungi and viruses are spreading, growing in a squirry.

The shiny beetles, together with the fat black-haired flies, slammed into the cracks in the hallway.

Sometimes, a terrible scream tears through the silence, only to be engulfed in darkness in an instant.

From time to time, a dull explosion sounded, it was a tunnel bomb that had been planted in advance.

Motarian shook the rod of the scythe.

The first to arrive on the battlefield was a corroded crew member, alive or dead.

The white-green loose skin detached from under his red-yellow muscles, falling like liquid, snapping, and slamming to the ground.

The eyeballs were like fat, soft worms, poking out of his sockets, crystal clear at the front and cloudy at the back.

The strange three-ring logo was imprinted on his forehead, which was a loving father's gift.

At the sight of the heavily armed Motarian and the Death Guard, the crew babbled and drooled.

Liquid poured out of his eyes, wetting the worm.

The sound of the pistol glow, the breath of burning air filled, and once it deflagred, the battlefield returned to loneliness.

But [they] have found them.

Mortarian breathed like a sigh, as if mourning the death of the crew or ordering the crowd to be on guard.

When the first plague warrior arrived, the war began.

The heavy rain of bullets immediately tore apart the first batch of enemies who rushed to the front line, and the shredded flesh burst with pus and spread on the deck.

In the narrow corridor leading to the hall, countless plague warriors poured in, as if they were neither tireless nor fearless.

They're just there to get here.

The stench of flesh and blood piled up, the dead corpses of the plague warriors turned into excellent cover, and the stench and mist enveloped the area they occupied.

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

But this time none of the plague warriors emerged from the fog.

Motarian took a deep breath.

They are waiting.

The bell rang again.

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

"Bang !!"

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

A huge number of bombs cut off the promenade directly!

This is a one-way road, and blowing it up means that the enemy at the back of the ship cannot immediately come to help, and the bait is already on the bait!

However, the smoke of the explosion cleared, and the figure slowly emerged from the fog.

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

[Motarian] stepped out of the mist, and seven Death Shrouds hovered around him.

Mortarian's pupils shrank rapidly—

That's, that's him.

Himself.

The swollen body, like a white-soaked corpse, was hidden between the seemingly crumbling armor.

Pus spilled through the cracks in the armor, and white fat was crammed between them, like balloons filled with slime.

Poisonous gas enveloped [him], and the breathing tube was inserted directly into his mouth and nose, growing with flesh and blood, slowly undulating.

Saliva mixed with tiny pieces of flesh hung like a spider's web between [his] intricate breathing tubes.

[His] eyes were hazy, and mist drifted between them.

The moth's massive wings folded and hung behind [him].

The pungent stench struck his soul across the breathing mask, and Motarian felt his stomach juices rise up.

That's it. Himself.

He's going to be like that

Motarian felt a trance, and Hades, who was beside him, realized that something was wrong with him and immediately touched him with a scythe.

It's not just Mortarian, Hades feels that after [Motarian] appears, the whole Death Guard is now wrong!

Dead silence hung over them.

No way!

Hades blinked, activated the obituary, and the chainsaw roared, seemingly dragging back some people's consciousness.

[Motarian's] musings were interrupted by him.

He looked away from his weak self,

[Interesting.] ］

[Motarian] narrowed his eyes.

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

It's just one more betrayer.

"Because I'm not you."

"I won't either, be you!"

Motarian directly raised his scythe and charged, and between the battles of the original body, no matter how experienced the space marines were, there was no point.

[He] loses, then Motarian can slowly clear his ship.

If he loses, then [Motarian] will corrupt everything that remains.

[Weak me, it's not a difficult thing to accept the facts.] ］

[Stop being deceived by lies.] ］

Compared to Motarian, who went all out, [Motarian] was more calm, and his body was more than twice as large as his own uncorrupted, allowing him to win this duel.

[He], who understood his loving father, was already invincible.

[I am stronger than you.] ］

[Why are you struggling?] ］

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

Motarian shouted, hissing sound piercing through the space!

Fires are flying! The scythe flies!

Both of the original bodies wielding the scythe danced the scythe to the extreme at this moment, and all kinds of changes unfolded in the duel, and those unheard of battle scythe moves of the death guards emerged one after another.

[Motarian] did not use the gift of his loving father, [he] would conquer him by force.

The duel between the two Mortarians is destined to be a protracted battle.

Near the two primordial bodies that were in full swing, the [Death Shroud] of [Mortarion] also began to fight, and these Nurgle-cursed warriors were far superior in battle, silently charging at the veterans of the Death Guard.

With just a few scythes of armor sliced through them, viruses and bacteria will swarm and render these death guards incapacitated!

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

One [Death Shroud] lost his combat effectiveness.

[Motarian] blinked in displeasure.

Untouchables?

No, not really.

[He] thought.

[He] fought off Motarian with a scythe, untying a lichen-covered bell from his belt.

[Jingle bell.] ］

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

The bell rang and the plague plummeted.

With the exception of Motarian and Hades, all the soldiers present immediately clutched their necks and fell in pain.

And Motarian was not much better, he trembled and held on to keep from falling.

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

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

However, in the distance, Hades instantly fired a bullet into the face of the smug [Motarian].

[He] frowned, swayed, and dodged the ammunition.

But Hades had pulled Motarian back at the moment, and he placed the obituary on Motarian's armor.

The plague on Motarian subsided.

[Motarian's] eyes widened, and the hazy white pupils were momentarily shocked.

[Untouchables?] I have yet to see an untouchable person who can expel a blessing. ］

But [he] smiled instantly,

[Pledge your allegiance to me, my child.] ］

[Even if you are untouchable, I may give you strength and glory.] ］

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

It's just another Karas, as long as you tell him that the whole situation is over, as long as you promise him benefits, he will abandon the old master.

Hades took a deep breath as he put his arm around Motarian.

"I'm sorry, [Motarian], but I don't want to die as a plague pig."

Motarian's mocking laughter mingled with coughing.

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

Hades always said strange things, but at the moment it was a very apt word.

He is not disgusted.

"See, that's why I said, I'm not you."

Motarian said with a smile.

"Plague pigs."

(End of chapter)