[here!! 】

The cry of the Great Khan pierced through the fog, and a rapid flapping of wings sounded from the distant fog,

Beside Chagatai, the Storm Prophet also waved his staff, and the sheep's head at the top of the Storm Prophet's scepter climbed up to the crack in the Dao at this moment, and the ominous moss clinged to it, and then withered in an instant, turning into ashes representing death.

The monster scurrying through the fog was rapidly enlarged, and a faint mist rose around the khan, accompanied by a little light.

+…… Straight... Pick up ......+

A distant call came from afar, and from then on, with the rush of thousands of roars and swords.

[Hurry up! 】

The Khan roared, and he looked into the distance, and the swollen figure of the commander appeared at the end of the corridor, billowing darkness surrounding him, and the scarlet surging darkness descended,

Prior to this, Motarian had led the Khan and the White Scars directly to perform a short-range psionic teleportation on the Vengeful Spirits, which allowed them to get rid of Horus.

With each step of Horus, the end of the corridor twisted, and in a trance, the Khan saw a corner of the treacherous labyrinth, the tumbling blood pool, and the luxuriant garden, those strange realms twisted, rolled, and changed all the time, and the boundary between the physical world and subspace began to blur in the turbulent nature of the veil.

The primordials heard their whispers, angry, teasing, playing, and motarian testing their bottom line as they searched for the tipping point.

Khan felt the deck beneath his feet become illusory, and the subspace creatures began to try to drag them into another battlefield, which would be the last thing he wanted to see for a primordial who merely understood rather than skilled in using psionic powers.

But fortunately, they have a presence here that can skillfully use psionic energy.

No, not Magnus.

The mist rolled rapidly to the Khan's feet, and with an uncomfortable aura, Motarian's voice came to their ears clearly,

+—Whoever calls me, use teleportation! +

The Khan hesitated for a moment when he saw the scepter-wielding figure, but then the Storm Prophets did not hesitate to carry out Motarian's order.

Lightning burst from the scepter, and the python rushed into the white mist, and the mist trembled.

[Withdraw! 】

Leading the cowardly Xue and the Storm Prophets, Chagatai decisively retreated towards the increasingly dense white mist behind him, where the deck of the physical world no longer existed.

He stepped into what was once a corner of the garden, where it was once alive, but now, everything withered, everything withered, and death slept silently on the land.

Chagatai knew that with the help of the Storm Prophet's active summoning, and with the help of the connection with Nurgle, Motarian had succeeded in spreading his realm in the corner of the vengeful spirit.

Frost quickly clinged to the sweaty white armor, and the peculiar smell of psionic spells irritated his nostrils, and Khan suddenly felt silence - too quiet.

Before fully plunging in, fully stepping into the mist-filled realm, Khan looked back one last time and saw Horus standing still.

The Khan half stepped into the mist, and in the gray that had begun to fall silent, he saw the commander who was receiving the forces of Chaos.

Horus, who had been completely enraged before, had quieted down, and he stood there in silence, his eyes sad, as if he were making a final goodbye.

Khan turned his head and plunged completely into the mist-shrouded abyss.

At the last moment, the Great Khan did not think, what was Horus grieving at that time?

Was he grieving the Khan's final "betrayal", or was he seeing his old friend clear him for a moment?

Chagatai Khan had no answer to that question, all he knew was that even though there was silence in his ears - the buzz of the insects flapping their wings was getting louder and louder.

The Storm Prophets were still dutifully chanting ancient spells, powerful force bursting from their scepters, and tokens made of animal and human heads were trembling violently, as if in a storm.

The Khan heard the distant muttering of anger beside the cauldron, and he raised the spoon and waved it to make the other forces retreat.

The smell of rancid wafted in, the greenery regrew beneath their feet, flies scurried up the newly-grown vegetation, and butterflies with curved stingers leaped out of their blooming buds and fluttered into flight.

Plants grow rapidly, squirming, flies flapping their wings, and buzzing and noisy between flapping.

The fog that began to become thinner rolled more violently, and the vegetation that had just grown in the white mist withered in an instant, and life and death completed a round of alternation at this moment, and those vigorous insects fell to the ground and began to quickly decay into ashes silently.

At the other end, a long bell rang in the garden, once, twice, three times...... Seven hits!

Korax, who was already fainting, suddenly felt Mortarian's speed slow down suddenly, and they slammed into the air, and the patterns on the Pale Lord's wings suddenly dimmed, and those patterns that had been clearly regular began to become chaotic again.

At a glance, Corax could see that the twisted patterns were no longer nested between seven and seven.

The White Mist would be as silent as possible, otherwise Corax would hear Motarian's angry voice.

The Pale Lord held Tarasin's hand around his waist, and he pulled out a dagger from his waist, the dagger that was faintly wrapped around gauze was long and curved, the sharp tip like shattered glass, and the ominous rainbow light flickered at the edge of the dagger, indicating its unusual toxicity.

Mortarian brutally shoved the dagger into Koraks' hand,

+…… It's too slow. +

The Pale Lord said, annoyed by the speed of the Storm Prophet, teleportation takes time, and a stable environment is needed.

Colax held the dagger, and he looked inquiringly at Motarian, the helmet of the dagger hissing and corrosive.

+ Ready, +

Motarian whispered,

+ The moment I arrived at the Khan, stabbed me, banished me back, and we left here. +

Koraks was dumbfounded, he wanted to ask something, but in the end he only said, "Okay. 】

Motarian was silent, originally planning to use the Storm Prophet's direct teleportation, as well as his subspace help, to get them out of here.

But now, it looks like his presence has angered Nurgle again.

Then - leave in a different way!

As if fearing that Corax would not be able to kill him in a single blow, the Raven Lord's eyes widened in astonishment as he saw a trumpet of Death Guard stumble out from under Mortarion's cloak,

It climbed to the center of Mortarion's wings, just within reach of Corax, and the little creature turned his head to look at Corax, holding Mortarion's cloak in one hand to keep his balance, and waving the other for him to stab here.

Corax clutched his dagger, dumbfounded.

On the other side, in a place where the two primordials didn't care, Tarasin stared at the little death guard, the light on his face flickering wildly.

The rapidly flapping wings suddenly stopped, and in a white mist, Motarian, who was shouldering the two of them, broke through the fog and slammed down on the Khan's position.

The Pale Lord saw the Khan and the White Scars wrestling with the Nurgle demons that had emerged from the ground, and he clearly felt that his realm was being eaten away at each bit, returning to Nurgle.

But the good thing is that this can now be over.

+Thorn !! +

Motarian shouted, he managed to touch the Khan, and at that moment, the Khan turned back in horror, and Corax stabbed down without hesitation,

The sound of shattering armor sounded, followed by Motarian's frenzied curses, and a brilliant light burst out from the Pale Lord's body, and he collapsed in an instant like an empty shell, and the white mist splattered out like blood,

The sensation of subspace teleportation familiar to Koraks succeeded in causing him to vomit, and the huge subspace turbulence created by Motarian when he was exiled hit them, instantly overwhelming the entire concept of the area.

Corax felt that Motarion's presence was disappearing in an instant, the price that must be paid for exile, but at the last moment, in the midst of a violent turbulence, above the rapidly fading realm of Motarion, the Pale Lord threw them violently!

Driven out, Motarian will return to his most secure presence, the Death Guard's fleet, while the others, Motarion, will use his realm to try to send them into the safety of the physical world connected to his own realm.

With the concept and authority of Motarian, or the physical world in which the believer exists, the realm of Motarian can be connected.

In the white mist, Corax felt himself retreat sharply, he heard the sound of praise, the words of praise to the Pale Lord, and in the afterglow, he saw the Khan and the White Scars being knocked away by the impact and falling into the world beneath the white mist—he vaguely saw that it was the room where the Storm Prophets of the White Scars fleet were meeting.

There, the Storm Prophets were calling out to the Pale Lord, and as a result, Motarian established a connection there.

The Pale Lord's subspace power slammed into him, and the Raven Lord sensed that Motarian had intended to throw him and Tarracin at White Scar.

But only Tarasin, who was closer to that side, had successfully fallen, and the area connected by the white fog was rapidly decreasing.

Corax weaves through the chaotic subspace, he could have entered the physical world of the worshippers who call out the Pale Lord, but at the last moment—

A prayer forcibly stopped him, and the white mist was completely engulfed by the ominous darkness, and Corax instantly returned to the physical world, and he lay on the ground in confusion, and in his newly regained vision, he saw the people screaming in terror around him, who were richly dressed and made up exquisitely,

and a spirit who was quietly watching him and leading the people.

A Spirit !!

And in his ears, the prayer they had just chanted together was echoing,

"Praise be to Hades."

The Raven Lord was acutely aware that this was not the word to pray to Motarian - that is, he had fallen into the wrong place.

Colax thought desperately, what and what was this?

Praise the Hades...... What is it?

Before his mind could comprehend the meaning of the words, a great sense of powerlessness immediately engulfed him.

All right!

Push the book!

Warhammer: In the Name of Aurora

Cyris-style original

(End of chapter)