Anger, utter rage, like rolling waves, surged in the flagship of the Fourteenth Legion, and darkness and sickness enveloped all things in the world.

The poisonous mist rolls and there is no wind, and the spiritual energy of Nurgle is mixed in, corroding the souls of all living beings.

The thick, yellow-green mist seemed to liquefy, sticky as it swept through everything in between, and the sphlegm-like droplets of the Death Guard's smooth power armor had adhered to it.

Motarian stood in the center of the poisonous mist, his fly-like black compound eyes flickering with an ominous and strange green light, and the poisonous mist rolled up his shattered black turbid cloak and slowly floated in the poisonous mist.

[Him] was surrounded by green psionic energy fluctuations, and on the weird moth wings, the lin powder was shining, and the psionic energy rioted, which was completely different from the psionic energy burst just now!

On the other side of Motarian, Motarian confronted him with a scythe, while Hades quietly used his Black Domain under Mortarian's cover to heal the plague-ridden death guards.

[It seems that our dialogue cannot continue.] 】

The buzz of the gas mask sounded, and the hoarse but gnashing of teeth sounded,

[Stupid and short-sighted scumbag, 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! 】

Mortarian laughed suddenly, as if he had seen what had happened to the dying, as if he had become the benevolent Legion Commander again, laughing hoarsely like a dying lung cancer patient, struggling to curse all the good and healthy creatures.

Completely ignoring Mortarian and Hades on the other side, [Motarion] turned his gaze to [his] scythe silence.

On the scythe of vines and flies buzzing, a lantern-like cage creaked,

[Look at my masterpiece.] 】

[Motarian] narrowed his eyes, as if smiling, but his eyes did not fall on Motarian, but fell farther away,

[I think you'll recognize him.] 】

"He is our father. 】

The psionic energy burst out, the flies buzzed around the lantern, and at the signal of [Mortarion], the green-headed flies frantically hit the lantern, and the creatures inside were awakened, and the alien who had fainted in pain now let out a painful hiss and curse-

"Motarian, my most failed test subject!!"

"You're a loser!! Coward!!! ”

"You're the same in every world!!"

"Live on what remains of your conceit! Hold on to the past and torture your father to survive! That's all you'll do! ”

I've heard it a thousand times, the curses from the weak father, [Motarian] is not annoyed,

[It took me a long time to capture his soul,]

[But the good news is that it doesn't seem to take that long to arrest you.] 】

[Struggle with my plague!! Experience the never-ending pain of illness!! 】

As soon as the vicious words fell, [Motarian] raised his sickle and rushed, and Motarian, who had been prepared, immediately responded to the enemy.

The bright yellow sparks were so conspicuous in the green mist, piercing through the darkness, and the tooth-aching grinding sound burst out, hitting the soul,

"Very good idea."

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

"It's a pity, unlike you, who didn't kill him in the end, I already killed my adoptive father."

Motarian smiled.

[A coward who hasn't experienced real pain! ] What do you know?! 】

[Motarian] directly swung the sickle and slashed, and the figure several circles larger than Motarian shuttled through the fog, and the scythe opened and closed widely, unpredictable.

Disease and plague clinged to the blade, an eerie purple glow shining in the mist.

Compared to the already enraged [Motarian], Motarian's reception is particularly difficult, and the gap between him and the other party is not only thousands of years of actual combat experience, but also the gap of Nurgle's curse.

Mortarian's scythe danced faster and faster—

Although Motarian had the upper hand in the conversation, the balance of victory in the battle at this moment was indeed slowly tilting in favor of [Motarian!!

Motarian gritted his teeth, his gas mask laboring, and he threw himself into the battle with his alter self.

However, [Motarian] turned sideways, and [his] wings and scythe together fanned directly towards Motarion, and Motarian could only block the scythe-

A gunshot rang out, and the flames burned!

Tiny scales burned and turned to ashes in the mist.

Regardless of his back, Motarian directly seized this opportunity to fight back!

[A despicable villain who puts a cold gun. 】

[You are good for nothing except your physique. 】

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

With the others in place, Hades stood in the back, muzzle smoke wafting away.

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

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

Hades' shooting was cleverly matched with Motarian's attack.

The bullets either hit the scythe together or shot at the weak spot of Mortarion's armor while the two were at a stalemate.

Or a shot to the face, to cover up for Motarian's next attack.

For a moment, the situation looked reversed.

However, Hades' brains are calculating wildly, and although the situation is now improving, they are no match for [Motarion] at the moment.

In other words, if they drag on any longer, they will lose!

To Hades' dismay, the Star Whisper for help has not been uttered since the Death Guard was attacked!

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

Hades looked at Motarian, who of course knew what Motarian was thinking.

Ever since another Motarian came aboard, Motarian didn't think he would survive!

Mortarian gathered some of the Barbaros Death Guards and ordered them to disperse among the other flagships, scattering and sniping at the enemy ships that charged the Death Guard.

But Hades knew that Motarian was actually fighting for the right to survive for the other death guards in disguise!

As the main ship, the Perseverance will attract the enemy's main firepower, and if the chaos is met, the rest of the fleet can escape and go to the Empire for help.

And not only that, but just before the start of the war, Hades received a communication from Enrique, the master of the Death Guard Forge.

"Hades, Lord Motarian once ordered a large number of alpha-type explosives from the Foundry Hall for the Flagship Blast."

"And the range of its complete explosion can reach. Exactly the size of a Stoic. ”

Hades was silent.

"I see."

He said.

"And what do you mean?"

"The Death Guard can't live without the Original."

The voice of the commander of the first company, Barasin, was inserted into their communication channel,

"We persuaded you, but Lord Motarian insisted on staying."

"But if all the Terrashi death guards are left, we can hold them back. His steps to keep Lord Motarian waiting for reinforcements. ”

"It's not a rational decision."

Hades sighed silently, yes, rather than directly responding to the enemy, blockade and retreat are rational strategies.

In fact, he was still thinking about whether Motarian and [he] after the ascension would have the ability to fight, but now. The situation is already clear.

But. The original chooses to stay and participate in his "battle of fate".

He has chosen death.

"The whole think tank is on standby."

Fernando's voice rang out.

"Hades, when Lord Motarian decides to detonate, be sure to place the Think Tank's marker beacon on top of Motarion's power armor."

Yes, if the other side can teleport to this Perseverance, then. They can do the same.

Hades was tempted to ask, "Is it reliable", after all, now that the waves of subspace are so turbulent, can a think tank using psionic energy really use short-distance teleportation without fail?

But he knows that there are some things that he can only choose to believe.

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

"Good"

So they didn't say anything more.

Enrique did not say that in order to ensure the perfect detonation of the main detonation bomb, he is now leading other technical sergeants to guard the bomb, and if Motarian detonates the bomb, they will be the first wave of death guards to be killed.

Fernando didn't speak, the rune array drawn by the think tank was shining, and all think tanks would give their lives for the sake of this teleportation to be foolproof.

Barasin didn't speak, he was nervously deploying the positions of the other fleets, and there were no soldiers of Barbaros origin who could do the job at the moment.

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

Hades didn't speak, they both knew that even if the Think Tank's teleportation could teleport more than one primordial, Hades' constitution made it impossible for him to teleport at all, and Hades had to stay away from Motarian at the first moment of placing the beacon.

He took a deep breath and shot steadily at Motarian.

Hades looked speechlessly at the two Motarians in front of him who were fighting, and it can be said that neither left each other alive!

After seeing this corrupt figure after the ascension, Motarian has chosen to die.

Either he killed [him], or he detonated the Perseverance and let them die together!

But the Death Guards chose to keep their original body anyway!

Hades swallowed, this was the connection between the original and their offspring, and he vaguely remembered the books he had read, the stories of the Ultramarines who often won their military lives to buy time for Killiman.

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

The minutes ticked by, the fog was getting thicker, the monitor on the helmet was on the alert, and the visibility was getting lower and lower.

Motarion's movements became more and more strenuous, sweat and blood mixed with swaying, and before he could hit the ground, he was corroded and hissed in the poisonous mist.

The scythe-shattered armor and the poisonous mist poured in frantically, and Hades was sure he had seen pus and redness.

Compared to Motarian, the other self, [Motarian], seemed much more relaxed, like a cat playing with its prey, [he] began to tease the other side with ease.

[Didn't you just say it very well? 】

[He] raised an eyebrow and looked at himself in a good mood.

[Why don't you say it?] 】

Motarian slashes with all his might!

All he answered [was] Mortarion's labored breathing, no distraction, and Motarian felt his eyes blur, and there was a constant dull ache from the wound that clinged to his spinal cord, and they swam in his bloodstream.

Sure enough, he was still too weak

[Rest assured, I am still merciful, I will accept your head and grant you a merciful death.] 】

[And everything you have is mine.] 】

Plague and disease will bless all this. 】

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

[Motarian] easily slashed and directly knocked Motarian back.

Motarian was half-kneeling on the deck, struggling to breathe.

He's dying.

Hades hurried forward, but it was clear that not everything that the plague had brought could be swallowed up in the Black Domain—the damage was irreversible.

"I'm not you."

Motarian said,

[Yes, I am not as weak as you, and you will only rely on mortals to defeat the enemy. 】

[You can't protect anything. 】

Motarian's relaxed voice rang out, and he lowered his scythe and walked through the mist.

Death has come to harvest life.

"I'm not you."

Motarian muttered to himself as if unconscious.

His hand touched the scythe of silence, where a button disguised as a pattern lay silently.

"I'm not you, because—"

"I will not fall!"

Motarian pressed on.

At the same time, all of the Death Guard's channels received a message from their genetic protoplasm,

"Thanks, sorry."

Explode!

Everything has been eclipsed.

Motarion's eyes widened, and [his] gas mask hissed, as if cursing something.

[Motarian] still swung his scythe at Motarian in vain, however, in the dazzling light of the explosion, Hades turned and threw himself at [Motarian], and the obituary directly hit the silence of [Motarion], preventing [Motarian] from attacking further!

Negligible blue psionic energy surrounded Motarian, whose consciousness was fading into obscurity.

A huge shock reached the hall, and everything was drowned in flashes.

The silent and brilliant explosion enveloped everything, the streamlined flagship of the Endurance was snapped off, huge fragments of black and moss green exploded, and countless tiny things were rushed out of the flagship in the turbulence and ruthlessly thrown into the universe.

The other Death Guard cruisers, which had already been given orders, were activated, and the azure plasma engines roared, some of them rushed towards the enemy ships, while others took advantage of the explosive flash of the Perseverance and quietly left the scene.

For a moment, beside the severed body of the Stoic, the fleets that looked like swimming fish were exchanging fire, but the tiny light of the fire next to the mother, who was slowly sinking in the background, looked so weak and ridiculous.

Motarian lifted Hades.

Mortarion's condition was not very good, it was terrible, his beautiful and luxuriant diseases, plagues and parasites were listless, his charred wings were limply resting aside, and the black hollows were conspicuous

[I want you to play your part.] 】

In the final moments, Mortarian used his wings to save the two directly in the shockwave.

But. Motarian squinted, a unique untouchable.

It would be useful.

(End of chapter)