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As Kiriman and Qin Mo had in mind, a larger war was coming.

This is the catastrophe of the five hundred worlds.

Outside the Five Hundred Worlds, the Demon Primordial Motarian who descended into the real universe led his huge plague fleet to clean up a galaxy on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds.

After quickly clearing the system of defenders and humans with lightning speed, Mortarian announced that the war against the Five Hundred Worlds now officially began.

But before he can fight his brother head-to-face, Motarian has a lot of pressing things to do.

Right now, it's the most important of the many pressing things.

On a planet in the galaxy where even the land has turned to rotting flesh, Mortarian stays on the surface with the elite warriors of the Death Suit.

Typhons and his guards followed.

The moment he saw Typhons, Motarian's white pupils showed hatred and disgust, and these emotions were undisguised and were noticed by Typhons.

Typhonse understands why the Father of Genes hates him.

Because when Horus launched an attack on the Puppet Emperor, Mortarian did not fall under any Chaos God, and he was not ready to attribute it to a Chaos God, but Typhons "helped" him.

Under the control of his own heirs, Mortarion's warship was lost in subspace and eventually targeted by Nurgle.

In the midst of his anguish, Motarian chose to lead his children to Nurgle.

For Motarian, who had become a demonic primordial, this incident was not enough to make him hate Typhons, what really caused Mortarian to hate was that Typhons was particularly favored by Nurgle, and he was more authoritative in the Legion.

"Weren't you killed by the Leader of the Weepers?" Motarian stared at Typhons, the meeting between the two had not been predetermined, "lying on the ground like a dog, motionless, letting go of two harsh words before being stabbed in the head with a spear." ”

Typhons was resurrected by Nurgle, just as Slaanesh resurrected Lucius, and the life of the Chosen One does not end, unless he encounters a divine weapon like the Emperor's Sword, he will be like a demon, and death is only a short rest.

Taiphons didn't bother to explain so much to Motarian, he just said, "I know why you came to this planet, you are waiting for the commander, and so am I." ”

Motarian didn't say anything, but he had to admit that Typhons had insight into why he was waiting here.

Recently, one of the veteran veterans of the Black Legion approached the Death Guard, and he declared that the Warlord was going to give the Demon Primordial a gift, so he wanted Motarian to wait at the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds, which is the current place.

This is why Typhons came from the simple idea that if Abaddon was still alive, he should give himself the gift he gave to Motarian, because he would spread the will of his father more wholeheartedly than Motarian.

The two waited silently for a while.

Until a portal made of flesh and blood rises from the ground opposite the two of them.

Seven veterans of the Eternal War wearing Terminator armor walked out of it.

But just when Typhons thought he could see Abaddon, it was Vashtor who came out close after the veteran of the Eternal War.

This subspace sub-god drives the veterans of the eternal war like his own slaves.

"Don't tell me you're Abadon." Realizing that he had been deceived, Motarian turned to leave.

But Vashtor raised a wall behind Motarian, blocking his retreat.

This is a dissuasion, not a retention.

If Motarian was determined to leave, Vashtor would not be able to stop him.

"If I don't use the name of the commander, can I let you here?" Vashtor said, glancing at Typhons.

Typhonse wanted to say something, but Vashtor ignored him, treating him like air.

This attitude made Motarian very satisfied, and he turned to look at Vashtor, who clearly understood who was the boss of the Death Guard: "You say there is a gift?" Offer your gift. ”

Vashtor nodded, raised his hand, and an artifact that had once belonged to Abaddon appeared in his hand.

Hands of Darkness.

Originally intended to control the Blackstone Fortress, this item's abilities go far beyond being a joystick.

Just the moment he saw the hand of darkness, Motarian had many ideas for using this artifact to develop technological creations.

The plague is spreading in the five hundred worlds of Otlama, but it is so inefficient that even the plague-ravaged world will be saved by the arrival of the plague antidote.

This was unacceptable to the Nurgle Demon Primordial Mortarian.

Motarian is in dire need of a way to spread the plague more widely and weaken the Empire's defenses as much as possible, and this artifact from Vashtor will meet Motarian's needs.

"I give the hand of darkness to the true leader of the Death Guard." Vashtor walked towards Motarian and offered the hand of darkness to him.

The Demon Primordial reached out and took it, "I've figured out how to use this item to make my brother anxious. ”

Typhons glanced at the Dark Hand and the Father of Genes, he wanted it badly, but since Vashtor was determined to give it to the true leader of the so-called Death Guard, there was nothing Telphons could do.

However, he did not leave immediately, but asked Vashtor about his second concern.

"Is the commander dead or alive?"

Hearing this, Vashtor looked at Typhons: "To live, but it is more painful than to die." Dead, but even less able to sleep than alive. ”

"So Abaddon isn't much use now." Typhonse said.

Vashtor was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Typhonse took the Death Guards who had arrived with him, turned and teleported back to the ship.

Mortarian began working on a spin-off of an artifact called the Dark Hand on the spot.

He wasn't able to make things right away, but he could feel that he could use the Dark Hand to research even more powerful plague creations, and then set off a plague frenzy throughout the five hundred worlds of Otramar.

"I can help you." Vashtor said.

Motarian looked up sharply, believing that this tech-powered secondary god could help him, but he had a question in his mind, "I thought you were loyal to Abaddon now." ”

"I owe allegiance to anyone." Vashtor turned his head to look at the veterans of the Eternal War, "They only follow me because they think I can help their commanders resurrect, or at least they think I can." ”

Motarian had a good impression of Vashtor.

The sub-god could tell who was the boss of the Death Guard, and he just glanced at Typhons, then handed the hand of darkness to himself.

After thinking for a while, Motarian, who had a good impression of Vashtor, agreed without hesitation: "Come, let's make together a creation that can turn the entire five hundred worlds into hell." ”

(End of chapter)