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In the treacherous subspace, the Death Guard's flagship Tenacity is docked in a green space that cannot be described or described in words, and only the most loyal and loving servants of Nurgle can enter and stay here.

Unlike Typhons' Terminus' flagship, Mortarion's Tenacity doesn't look as badly mutated, but only less so than the Terminus, which looks like a space monster.

Like Motarian, an extreme materialist who has always been staunch, he is now a little mutated.

In the Flagship's exclusive room dedicated to the Demon Primordial, Motarian admires his vast collection.

Among them, his favorite is the soul of his adoptive father.

This freak who can't tell if it's a mutant or an alien is tortured and lost his mind, and his state of mind ensures that he will never die of torture like a physical body.

"Kugas is banished."

"To be honest, I think I should have helped it in the first place, and he was an ally of the same kind of Kiliman as I did."

"What do you say?"

Motarian spoke to his adoptive father's soul.

"Ah...... Ah......h

The adoptive father's soul could only let out a wail of unknown meaning, a manifestation of his still being immersed in some soul-deep torment in the past.

He's gone crazy and doesn't have normal conversational skills at all.

"Stop talking to yourself at a madman." Vashtor appeared strangely in the shadows behind Motarian.

The machine in the shadows, to be exact.

Vashtor is always elusive, and the power of this subspace sub-god is already related to machines, so it's not surprising that it can emerge from some demonic machine.

"We lost." Motarian glanced back at Vashtor, "We've been fighting until now, and it's not been long before we have suffered huge losses. ”

"Kugas is banished, and it will take a long time for it to reunite."

"Yax didn't take it, this planet is giving the middle finger to Nurgle's father in the real universe."

"Espendo, the most important node of the plague network has been destroyed and Kalama has been killed...... To be honest, I don't know if it's completely dead, it says that it will only die when it witnesses the moment of cosmic heat death, I don't know if this is nonsense or true. ”

"I wonder what's the point of continuing this war?"

After talking about the current situation, Motarian turned to look at Vashtor: "My brother has found a good helper, and his helper is much better than mine. ”

Vashtor nodded, it had always been a matter of fact, and if it was a fact, then it would admit it.

Both the Demon Primordial and the Lesser Gods were silent.

It wasn't until a moment later that Vashtor advised, "Don't give up, you want to please your Father, and I have something I want to do, and we should stick to it." ”

"Do you think it's feasible to sneak up on Tyrone now?" Motarian asked.

"The feasibility is infinitely close to zero." Vashtor said, "Tzeentch manipulated history to set up a big trap to weaken the reality membrane of the Tyrone Star Sector, and the Lord of the Great Maelstrom accidentally sent the Lord of Tyrone into subspace, and that, this failed to take the Star Zone, not to mention that there are now more Star Gods than before, and the Celestial Engine is far more powerful than before." ”

"Then you're going to keep me going!" Motarian roared.

Its sound resonated in the Tenacious cabin, and all of the entire room was affected, with varying degrees of damage.

Vashtor stood indifferent.

Motarian turned around and asked Vashtor, "What is your purpose?" ”

Vashtor's purpose was something that Motarian had always been curious about.

This guy shows up everywhere to make trouble, like a god of trouble.

But it never mentions its own purposes, both Kugas and Typhons have their own purposes in this war, but Vashtor does not seem to have it, what does this war have to do with it?

This mystery attached to Vashtor made Motarian feel that it could not be trusted.

Collaborators don't even say what they want, which is simply a taboo for cooperation.

"My purpose ......" Vashtor was lost in thought, looking not like hesitating whether to say it, but rather thinking about what to say.

In the end, Vashtor didn't say anything about himself immediately, but said to Motarian: "Kugas wants to create the most powerful plague of death, it can't continue this work now, if you need something powerful to deal with your brother, it can be a plague, and of course it can be a weapon." ”

"You know what I'm good at."

"Make, invent."

"The arms race between two powerful races during the Battle of Heaven made me who I am."

"I can help you in a total war and put you and your brother in a hard-fought duel."

Vasztor's words sounded like a pie, but Motarian believed what Vashtor said.

Because this time together made Motarian realize that Vashtor is not the kind of subspace creature that runs with a train in his mouth.

It does what it says.

"Hard-to-head duels." Motarian spread his wings and floated, "I like this suggestion. ”

"And about my purpose in helping you with the war...... Vashtor felt that he still had to explain.

Mutual honesty is a necessary condition for cooperation.

Vashtor raised his hand and showed Motarian an image.

It was Vashtor's territory in the subspace, or Demon Domain, a terrifying planet that was steaming.

Countless flesh-and-blood machines screamed.

And the planet is being invaded.

Although in the end, Vashtor personally led his demon engines to repel the enemy army, but still suffered heavy losses.

The factory used to produce the Terminator Power Armor for the Black Legion, the factory that produced the Demon Engine, and the buildings used to trade with the Demons were all damaged.

In the final scene shown by Vashtor, an eight-legged demon engine records the enemy it sees during the battle.

Sturdy skeleton.

It looks like a human skeleton, but the skeleton is made of metal.

Flesh-and-blood nano-tendons connect the skeleton.

The alloy skeleton had a cruel grin on its face and carried a weapon with the properties of a living creature in its hand.

In the next second, the demon engine was pierced from behind by another alloy skeleton.

"I have only one purpose for cooperating with you, and that is that you must assist me in finding the home of these alloy skeletons in subspace."

Vashtor said as he walked over to a large clock in Motarion's collection, his slender twisted claws stroking over the glass-like subspace energy that sealed the clock.

"I have a competitor."

(End of chapter)