High in the air, Motarian lowered his head slightly, and with the terrifying eyes on his pale face, he scanned the alliance of the two clans below.

After a brief evaluation, he finally gave a contemptuous look as an answer.

A group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp, the battle is quite big, but none of them can fight.

Motarian certainly has the right to be proud, because the Genoplasm is a powerful demigod who combines the power of subspace and the Emperor's biotechnology, and has been out of the realm of common sense since birth.

Even the Chief Archdemon, who had been carefully cultivated by the Destruction Power, could not defeat them, let alone this group of mortals who were still bound by their bodies and lifespans.

During the Great Expedition, it was the Genoplasms who led their respective legions across the galaxy and wiped out many terrifying alien civilizations, and no one could stop the powerful soldiers.

And the defeat and death of the original body mostly stemmed from the Great Horus Rebellion, from the infighting between the brothers.

So there is a well-known rumor in the galaxy that only the primordial can kill the primordial.

Compared with them, who are naturally noble and powerful, other lives are simply as humble as ants.

But this group of guys is not useless.

If it weren't for their fanfare, Nurgle would probably have to continue to lock him up for a while because of the defeat in the last plague war.

The Scythe of Silence in the hand of the Lord of Death trembled restlessly, ready to harvest the souls of all beings.

They're all going to die here.

Those so-called "legendary heroes", those beings who are regarded as hope by mortals, will eventually become the souls of his sickles, the fertilizer that nourishes the plague garden.

No one can win all the time, Motarian comforts himself, but the shame of defeat can be washed away with a new victory.

Thinking of this, the frustration in his heart was instantly swept away.

However, at this moment, an unpleasant voice suddenly appeared in his ears, disturbing his mood that he had finally calmed down again.

"You shouldn't be like this, my Father of Genes, your mighty force should be used to launch a surprise attack, penetrate the enemy's defenses, and leave them defenseless, instead of showing up in public just to satisfy your vanity, as you are now, and then waiting for the enemy to gather their elite forces against you!"

Typhons' hoarse voice came from the communication channel.

During the time that Motarian was locked up in the small black room, the Death Guard Legion was naturally under his full responsibility as a company commander, and he had enough talent to keep the entire wargroup in order.

And this battle to defend the garden is also under his command, after all, Motarian has just been released, and it is not even clear what the situation of the Nurgle Demon Army is.

"Shut up, Typhons, how dare you talk to me like that? Just because Father put you in charge of the Legion while I was away? What's more, you're not a genetic protologist, how do you know how to use this power! Motarian roared, his voice furious.

Relying on his own indulgence, this heir's attitude towards him is becoming more and more presumptuous.

And the reason why Motarian never really taught Typhons a lesson was because he was unwilling to control the fate of his own children in the same way that the emperor controlled his fate.

If he wants to deny the emperor, he can't do the same thing with the emperor.

In this regard, Motarian considers himself a competent father.

"Don't make any more trouble, Motarian, there is no room for defeat in this war." Defying the wrath of the Primordial, Typhons continued to remind.

He is actually very distressed that his genetic father, who obviously has such transcendent powers, but behaves like a willful child in every way, so sentimental.

"What exactly are you mapping? A company commander? I didn't lose to Killiman in the last war, I defeated him and poured the plague into his body, and he became a blackened and rotting corpse, dragged by me at will! Motarian reminded in a deep voice.

"And what about the outcome of the war?" "Everyone knows the answer to this question, and I don't want to repeat it. ”

"It was an accident, it was my despicable father who suddenly intervened in the battle, and he stole my victory, just as he had done to me on Barbarus. If it weren't for his intervention, if "

Motarian shouted a reproach, but the words stopped abruptly.

Because if he continues, with his current status, it will be a bit rebellious.

"Are you blaming Father for failing to help you stop the puppet emperor and defend your so-called fruits of victory?" Typhonse understood the meaning of Motarian's words and reminded, "I made it clear to you at the time, that Father is wrestling with the other two evil gods, and that he has no way to spare his energy, while you have always indulged in a personal vendetta with Killiman, and you have finally attracted a third enemy for him, and you are still in the center of the garden. ”

Motarian's face was gloomy, and the anger in his heart was building up wildly.

He didn't care about the feud between Nurgle and the other gods, which was something that was within the power of destruction.

He is not a slave or a puppet, he has long since escaped this fate from the emperor, and he is his own master.

He still has a grudge with his other brothers to settle, and has every right to fight his own war.

However, during this war, Typhonse claimed to have received Nurgle's will, and retreated with the most elite first company in the middle of the war, and Kugas failed to hold the plague cauldron and was banished back to the garden by a group of religious lunatics.

Only he managed to defeat Killiman according to the original plan.

The victory in that war should have belonged to him, and he had to bear the blame for it

"My wayward Father of Genes, to this day you still haven't figured out the fact that your failure did not come from the intervention of the Puppet Emperor, but because you disobeyed your father's will." Typhons knew what Motarian was thinking about the war, and he knew his Primordial character quite well, "You are part of His supreme power, and you are unwilling to obey His call. Likewise Killiman is also part of the puppet power, although he is very disgusted by this matter, but in order to achieve victory, he finally chooses to accept, which is the fundamental reason for the victory or defeat of that war - so don't be willful, Motarian, give up those grievances between you and your brother, you must be proud of the glory of your father. ”

Just because a loving father is just letting his children move freely doesn't mean he can't control them.

But Motarian apparently didn't realize this, and had been squandering his father's kindness.

"Enough!" Motarian finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "I don't need you to tell me how, Typhons, I've said before, I'm not anyone's slave. ”

The Demon Primordial then cut off communication with Typhons.

The winner is king, the loser is Kou, let alone defending himself, even if the loser just breathes is a mistake, if you want to turn over, you have to use victory to speak.

So Mortarian gathered all the death guards who were willing to follow him, and slaughtered the Imperial side with great fanfare.

He was going to collect a debt from the emperor for his last failure.

(End of chapter)