Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 91 Extra Story 4.2 Your name is Mortarion? !

The darkness climbed over the corridor like slime mold, breathing and corroding the tunnel.

The smelly and pungent thick fog filled the air, and the impossible bell on the Endurance rang, echoing in the narrow and dark corridor.

The damp and warm fungi and viruses are spreading and growing rustlingly.

The bright beetles and the fat black-haired flies gathered together, and they slammed into the gaps in the corridor in black.

Sometimes, a shrill scream tears the silence, but it is swallowed up by darkness in an instant.

Dull explosions sounded from time to time, which were tunnel bombs placed in advance.

Mortarion shook the shaft of the Scythe Death.

The first to arrive on the battlefield was a corrupted crew member, alive or dead.

The white-green loose skin detached from his red-yellow muscles, fell like a liquid, and hit the ground with a thud.

The eyeballs were fat soft worms protruding from their sockets, the front part was crystal clear and the back part was cloudy.

The weird three-circle logo was branded on his forehead, which was a gift from a loving father.

The crew babbled and salivated at the sight of Mortarion and the Death Guard in full armor.

Fluid gushed from his eyes, wetting the worms.

The sound of the pistol's ghost neighed, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. Once it exploded, the battlefield returned to loneliness.

But [they] have found them.

Mortarion's breath sounded like a sigh, as if mourning the death of the crew, or ordering everyone to be on guard.

When the first Plague Warriors arrived, the war, began.

The violent hail of bullets immediately shredded the first batch of enemies who rushed to the front line, and the broken flesh burst with pus and spread on the deck.

In the long and narrow corridor leading to the hall, countless plague fighters poured in continuously, as if they were tireless and fearless.

They're just here to get here.

The foul-smelling flesh and blood gradually piled up, and the dead corpses of the plague warriors turned into an excellent bunker. The enemy troops on the promenade continued to advance, and the stench and fog immediately enveloped the area they occupied.

Soon, the corpses of the plague fighters had piled up at the entrance of the hall, and a pale mist shrouded it, making it impossible to see through.

But this time none of the plague warriors emerged from the fog.

Mortarion took a deep breath.

They are waiting.

The bell rang again.

A dim pale light emerges from the mist, a tall figure—

"boom!!!"

Mortarion directly pressed the bomb switch buried on the other side of the corridor wall!
A huge amount of bombs directly cut off the corridor!

This is a one-way road, and blowing it up means that the enemy at the back of the ship cannot come to help immediately, and the bait has already been hooked at this moment!

However, the smoke from the explosion dissipated, and the figure slowly walked out of the mist.

[You don't think this can really stop me, do you? ]

[Motarion] stepped out of the mist, and seven death shrouds hovered beside him.

Mortarion's pupils shrank rapidly——

That's, that's him.

he himself.

The swollen body, like a white corpse soaked in water, was hidden between the seemingly crumbling armor.

Pus leaked from the gaps in the armor, and pale flesh squeezed between them, like balloons full of slime.

The poisonous gas enveloped [him], the breathing tube was directly inserted into the mouth and nose, and grew together with the flesh and blood, slowly rising and falling.

The yellow saliva mixed with tiny pieces of meat hangs between [his] intricate breathing channels, like a spider web.

[His] eyes were hazy and white, and a mist hung between them.

The huge wings of the moth folded and screened behind [him].

Mortarion felt his own gastric juices welling up as the acrid stench hit his soul through the breathing mask.

This is. Himself.

he will be like that
Mortarion felt dazed for a moment, and Hades next to him realized that something was wrong with him, and immediately touched him with the scythe.

It's not just Mortarion, Hades feels that after [Mortarion] came out, the entire Death Guard is not right now!

A dead silence surrounded them.

No!

Hades blinked, activated the obituary, and the chainsaw roared, seeming to drag back some people's consciousness.

[Mortarion]'s musings were also interrupted by him.

He looks away from this puny self,

[interesting. ]
[Mortarion] narrowed his eyes narrowly.

[I don't remember ever having such a death shroud. ]
It's just one more traitor.

"Because I'm not you."

"Nor will I, be you!"

Mortarion charged straight away with his scythe, no matter how experienced a Space Marine was between the battles of the Primarch.

[He] loses, and Mortarion can slowly clear his ships.

He loses, and [Mortarion] will corrupt everything that's left.

[Weak me, it is not difficult to accept the truth. ]
[Stop being deceived by lies. ]
Compared to Mortarion, who was going all out, [Mortarion] appeared more calm, and his body was more than twice as large as his uncorrupted body, which made him a sure winner in this duel.

[He] who understands the loving father is already invincible.

[I am stronger than you. ]
[Why are you still struggling? ]
"This kind of power, I don't want it!"

Mortarion shouted, the roar piercing through space!
Flames splashed!The scythe flies!
The two scythe-wielding Primarchs danced their scythes to the extreme at this moment, all kinds of changes unfolded from the duel, and the scythe moves that the Death Guard had never heard of emerged in endlessly.

[Mortarion] did not use the Father's gift, [he] conquered him by force.

The duel between the two Mortarians is destined to be a protracted battle.

Near the two primarchs who were in full swing, [Motarion]'s [Death Shroud] also began to fight. These warriors cursed by Nurgle are far more powerful than others, silently facing the veterans of the Death Guard charge.

As long as the armor is scratched by their sickles, viruses and bacteria will swarm in, completely making these death guards lose their fighting power!
Hades shot a [death shroud] in the head, Branca took the opportunity to jam his sickle with a knife, Hades rushed to him, and tore off the shroud's head with an obituary.

A [Death Shroud] has lost combat power.

[Mortarion] blinked displeased.

Untouchables?
No, not like.

[he thinks.

[He] knocked Mortarion straight back with a scythe, and untied a handful of lichen-covered bells from his belt.

[Jingle Bell. ]
All [his] soldiers present immediately turned into a puddle of ichor, and what the sacrifice summoned was the Father's reward.

The bell rang and the plague plummeted.

Except for Mortarion and Hades, all the soldiers present immediately fell down clutching their necks in pain.

And Mortarion was not much better, he was trembling and holding on so as not to fall.

[The good news is that you and I are one, so the plague likes us very much. ]
[Mortarion] watched his own painful posture with pleasure.

However, Hades in the distance instantly shot a bullet towards [Mortarion] who was proud of himself in the face.

[He] frowned, swayed, and dodged the ammunition.

But Hades had now drawn Mortarion back, and he had placed the obituary on Mortarion's armor.

The plague on Mortarion subsided.

[Mortarion] opened his eyes wide, and the hazy white pupils were momentarily shocked at the moment.

[Untouchables?I haven't seen untouchables that can banish blessings. ]
But [he] smiled instantly,

[Hear me allegiance, my child. ]
[Even if you are untouchable, I may give you power and glory. ]
[The power of the Death Guard will be opened to you. ]
It's just another Karas, as long as you tell him that the overall situation is over, as long as you promise him benefits, he will abandon the old master.

Hades held Mortarion in his arms and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, [Mortarion], but I don't want to be a plague pig."

Mortarion's mocking laughter mingled with coughing.

Even though his body was still in pain, his soul was burning, and his son's screams echoed in his ears.

Hades always said strange things, but this time the word was extremely appropriate.

He is not disgusted.

"See, that's why I said, I'm not you."

Mortarion said with a smile.

"Plague pig."

(End of this chapter)