Although the archangel is a good example of all human beings and is recognized as an excellent example among the primordials, in fact, his personality is a little dark.

Since Motarian was so stubborn in agreeing with his own opinion, he didn't mind properly complying with the other party's wishes.

"You have finally admitted it, Holy Lieth, and your hypocrisy is nothing less than that of our wretched father!" As if he had grasped the handle of Saint Lies, Motarian spoke loudly and accused.

He had long been tired of seeing the other party's smug face, and these so-called loyalists were more arrogant and conceited than the other, and they were stupid and unaware.

"You may not believe it, Motarian, in fact my father intends to entrust the entire empire to me."

Saint Lies, on the other hand, held his head high and put on a proud posture, as if he were the best child in his father's eyes, and his holy posture became more and more radiant.

"No, it's impossible, don't be stupid, how could that tyrant really give up the power in his hands? He's just drawing a pie that will never be realized, so that you can serve him with all your heart. Motarian retorted, his tone full of disdain.

"It's true!" "If you have any doubts about this, ask Valdo and Dorne, and they can prove it for me." ”

"Ask them? Are you kidding! The Emperor has now become a rotten living corpse on the Golden Throne, and it's not up to you guys to say what his edict looks like! ”

What's more, the two people mentioned by Saint Gelles have disappeared for nearly 10,000 years, where can he go to them for questioning?

Feeling that the Lord of Death had been tricked, he pounced again, covered in a thick poisonous mist, and the Scythe of Silence slashed down at the opponent's right shoulder with swiftness and ferocity.

"You think we're going to tamper with my father's will?"

The archangel dodged sideways with the attack of silence, and several pure white feathers fell from the wings behind him, fluttering in the air with the air waves.

"His legacy is already in your pocket, isn't it?"

Motarian then unleashed another sweep, the deadly weapon in his hand eager to gnaw at the pure body of Saint Celes.

"After my father was unable to move, someone had to take care of all these big and small things in our family." Saint Leves raised his spear and blocked the incoming scythe, "Besides, bad boys have no inheritance. ”

Motarian's eyes flickered, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

It's not just Saint Gerles who treats him like an inferior child, the other party's words sound as if they are stepping on the throne of these traitors, at least without the Great Horus Rebellion, Killiman would never have been able to sit in the position of regent of the Empire.

"I don't care about our father's right to belong to the foolish kingdom, for my loving father has given me something better, where there is neither deception nor exploitation, where all suffering is accepted, and the decaying body is full of life."

Compared with the boring and monotonous real universe, the changeability of subspace is even more fascinating.

"Really?" "It reminds me of a fable of Gustella - a large bunch of ripe and attractive grapes growing on the grape trellis, and a little fox was so hungry that he tried everything to get it into his mouth, but in the end he didn't succeed, so he did"

"Don't put up a fight with me here, Holy Lies!" Motarian directly interrupted the other party in a rough tone, and he felt a thick humiliation, "I didn't obey the emperor in the past, and now I won't condescend to you—I'm stronger than you!" ”

Enraged, the Lord of Death snapped his hands away, flicking away the archangel's resistance, who distanced himself from him again and quickly stabilized his body.

"Now is not the time to be hard-mouthed, Motarian, look around you, the evil garden of the god of plagues is burning." Saint Gerles pointed to the battlefield below.

With the addition of the Cursed Legion, the Imperial forces quickly regained their previous decline.

The Sun Lord, the Marshal of the Forbidden Army, and others continued to command the soldiers to regroup, and the crumbling battle lines were consolidated, and in some places even launched a counteroffensive, killing a large number of Nurgle demons and Chaos warriors, and the flames were rising from all over the garden.

And that's not even counting the situation on the Elven side.

"You are a wretched slave, Holy Lies, who only knows how to submit to the fate that the Emperor has set for you, and willingly serve as an instrument for his ambitions, and will not even be at peace after death - I will not let you succeed, and all you can get from me is a miserable defeat!"

Motarian glared at the archangel in front of him, eager to stomp his holy figure into the mud.

"It's not up to you, brother, the god of the plague is in a worse situation than you thought, and there's nothing you can do to help him save the day." Saint Leves reminded.

"Oops?" Motarian said viciously, "The Father is recalling the power he has unleashed in the outside world, and once those demon armies return to help, all the invaders will die!" ”

"But it's not just his minions who have been summoned, but his sworn enemies who won't miss this opportunity—do you think your master can withstand a combined attack by multiple forces?" Saint Leves asked with a smile.

There is nothing more pleasing to the dark gods than to watch their nemesis fall into disgrace, there is no doubt about that.

"It's just a rabble, don't be alarmist here." Motarianu said disdainfully.

In his opinion, the various forces have their own evil intentions, and they are incompatible with each other, even if the Nurgle Demon Domain really becomes the target of their joint attack, at best, it is the extent that the Six Kingdoms attacked Hangu Pass, and the Eighteen Princes begged Dong Zhuo.

"Perhaps." Saint Leves shrugged, "I don't think the Elves will be scattered until they force Nurgle to hand over the Goddess of Life. ”

Whoever had the last laugh in this incident, Nurgle would have to be out of luck.

"Then we'll see!" Motarian struggled to suppress his anger.

Although the Lord of Death was keen to have a direct battle with the other side here, and he had the ability and confidence, the voice of his loving father Nurgle sounded in his head, urging him to shrink his line and consolidate the defenses of the Black Castle - the attack of the Great Changemakers and the Great Aspirants was coming.

Obviously, everyone was working together to quell the Maelstrom rebellion just now, and the next second they began to fight each other with swords.

Such situations are commonplace in subspace.

Motarian, who got the news, can't afford to make the same mistake as last time.

Nurgle had his eyes on him, and he needed his strength and military prowess.

The Lord of Death silently stared at his brother, wrestling in his heart for a few seconds, and finally snorted coldly, turned around and led the Death Guard Legion to begin to retreat.

(End of chapter)