Wander! Blue Star People

The Daemon Prince of Nurgle slaughtered a planet.

He sat on the throne of the Planetary Governor, breathing deadly poisonous gas, his eyes filled with indifference and cruelty.

The dark hall was filled with the remains of the victims.

After weakly crying and cursing, they dedicated their flesh and blood to the loving father Nurgle and became a breeding ground for the plague.

The corpse was covered with dense maggots and was so rotten that it was impossible to look straight at it.

The God-Emperor protected his devout followers.

The ungodly believers can only fall into cruel chaos and struggle continuously in the terrible purgatory.

Time passes worthlessly.

After an unknown amount of time, a new guest was welcomed into the hall.

Son of the Emperor, demigod walking on earth, owner of Barbarus, Lord of the Death Guard, wizard reaper.

Mortarion!

With heavy steps, he arrived at the center of the hall.

The terrible scene around him did not distract him. He raised his head and looked directly at the bloated and ugly behemoth on the throne.

"Traitor, die."

Mortarion is a man of few words.

He raised the giant scythe in his hand, rushed towards the throne neatly, and slashed hard at the monster on the throne.

Clang!

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing in the air.

The monster raised an identical scythe and parried Mortarion's slashes seemingly effortlessly.

They stared at each other.

"Fake, what did the Corpse Emperor say to you?"

A hoarse sound came from the monster's mouth.

No one expected that the first battle between the Primarch and the Daemon Primarch would break out on Mortarion.

Everyone originally thought that the first battle would belong to other Primarchs with more flamboyant personalities, rather than the taciturn Mortarion, because the corresponding Daemon Primarchs of those Primarchs were also relatively unscrupulous.

"I am not a fake." Mortarion stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar ugly face in front of him.

At this moment, he felt a little sick.

This "Mortarion" who fell into the arms of Nurgle gave him the uncanny valley effect.

He raised his sickle and struck again.

Clang!

The demon Mortarion parried again.

Neither side is serious about it, they are still in the testing stage.

"It's so sad to have turned into such an ugly thing, neither human nor ghost." Mortarion mocked unceremoniously. "It's a pity for those children who have been following you since Barbarus."

These words aroused strong disgust from the demon Mortarion.

"What do you know?"

The demon Mortarion roared: "You have not experienced what I have experienced. If it were you, you would have no other choice!"

The stench wafting from his mouth was more suffocating than poisonous gas.

"Can you just watch them rot?"

He did surrender to Chaos.

But not for himself, but for all the Death Guard who follow him.

If he doesn't give in, everyone will die.

Those who followed Barbarus to his last moments, they did not deserve to die meaninglessly.

"No other choice?"

Mortarion sneered: "Isn't death an option? Do you remember why we named our legion the Death Guard?"

The demon Mortarion's emotions were stagnant.

"Don't be afraid of death! Guard the light!"

Mortarion said firmly: "The Death Guard are not afraid of death, you are the only one who is afraid of death!"

These words pierced the heart of the demon Mortarion.

"Shut up!" The demon Mortarion swung his scythe and threw Mortarion away.

He was furious.

"How did the Corpse Emperor create you?"

"tell me!"

"I'll let you die happily!"

He stood up from the throne. His huge figure filled Mortarion's field of vision, and a strong sense of oppression came over him.

"You can't wait to kill me. Only in this way can you prove that you are right." Mortarion was very calm. He held the scythe in his hand tightly and spoke unhurriedly.

"But why do you think you can kill me?"

"Is it just because of your ugly appearance?"

call!

The demon Mortarion leapt from his throne, his speed surpassing the wind.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two giant scythes collided continuously in mid-air, bursting out dazzling sparks.

Mortarion was gradually suppressed.

"I have been blessed by the loving father Nurgle, and my power is far greater than yours!" The demon Mortarion even had the energy to speak in the fierce battle.

Mortarion gasped and asked, "And what's the price?"

When Chaos tempts people to fall, it will only describe the good side and never mention the bad things.

The price paid by the demon Mortarion was clear.

In other words, the price paid by all the Daemon Primarchs is clear. They lost their freedom forever and became the toys of the four evil gods.

"I'll say it one last time."

Demon Mortarion said condescendingly: "Tell me what the Corpse Emperor did, and I will let you die happily, because you and I share a common memory."

Mortarion shook his head: "The battle has just begun."

He pressed a mechanism on the giant scythe.

This is something that the demon Mortarion's scythe does not have. After being pressed down, a layer of substance glowing with a faint green light spreads on the blade of the scythe, creating a pale green arc.

This is star god material.

It only weighs a few tenths of a gram, but can easily cut through any material other than Star God material.

Kindly sponsored by the Coalition Government.

Mortarion jumped towards the "monster" in front of him.

The "monster" subconsciously raised the giant scythe. There was no sonorous collision this time. Mortarion's giant scythe cut off the "monster"'s giant scythe like a hot knife cutting butter.

The pale green arc of light passed through Demon Mortarion's chest, leaving a hideous scar that almost penetrated Demon Mortarion's body.

"Roar!" Demon Mortarion screamed.

Mortarion took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack.

He was a Primarch who grew up in battle and never let the chance of victory slip from his hands.

He swung his scythe wide and wide.

A series of miserable green arcs enveloped Demon Mortarion's body, leaving hideous wounds one after another on Demon Mortarion's body.

"what?"

The demon Mortarion was terrified.

The blessing from his loving father Nurgle failed to make him ignore the gap in weapons. He had lost the ability to parry, but he still said stubbornly: "If you can't kill me, I will come back!"

Although Mortarion's scythe is sharp, it does not have the ability to truly kill warp entities.

He could return to the warp and wait for his chance.

"Mortarion, take the sword!"

Suddenly, a roar came from outside the palace.

A long sword burning with flames was thrown in and inserted impartially at Mortarion's feet.

The Emperor's Sword!

"It's time to wake up from your dream of immortality. Barbarus doesn't have a coward like you!"

Mortarion drew the Emperor's Sword, his cold eyes reflecting the blazing golden flames on the blade.