Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

"Motarion, I know you have been wanting to kill me for a long time. Typhons spread his hands calmly, "But for the sake of my father, I have been avoiding you before, and I don't want to have a head-on conflict with you."

"But now... in order to achieve the great plan of my father Nurgle, I must do something!" Typhons' turbid pupils revealed a trace of cold light, "Damn Mortarion, look at everything around you!"

"It has been ten thousand years since the Horus Rebellion that almost swept the entire galaxy! During these long ten thousand years, the Death Watch Corps should have followed your pace and become stronger!"

Typhons expressed his dissatisfaction to the Father of Genes in an almost roaring tone: "But look at the warriors around you. During these long ten thousand years... you have turned those once extremely proud warriors into a bunch of arrogant fat pigs. "

Typhons stared at his former genetic father with a cold gaze.

"Motarion, I don't recognize your command ability, I don't recognize your leadership qualities, and I don't recognize your personal charm! For the sake of my father, and for the sake of our father-son relationship... I don't want to do anything to you! Now, hand over the command of the Death Guard to me. "

"Under the glory of my father, I will lead the entire Death Guard Corps... to restore the glory of the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago. "There was an unrealistic and false hope in Typhon's words.

Such words made the Death Guards who followed the demon prince Mortarion fall into a long silence! Although their loyalty is beyond doubt, if you think about it carefully... Typhon's words do make some sense.

In the past ten thousand years, the Death Guard Corps should have become stronger under the leadership of Mortarion! But in fact, they are walking towards the decay and degenerate death step by step in enjoyment and peace.

Calculating the time, the entire Corps should have no new blood joining for nearly two thousand years!

Although the Death Guards have obtained a lifespan close to eternity under the generous blessing of the benevolent father, on some battlefields... they still cannot escape the fate of falling in the roar of chainsaws and bombs.

Combat casualties coupled with the lack of new blood, In other words... the number of warriors serving in the Death Guard is slowly decreasing.

Some captains in the legion have also asked Mortarion for additional soldiers.

But this seemingly reasonable request was rejected by the Plague Prince with a very firm attitude.

As the most beloved demon prince of his father Nurgle, Mortarion has the responsibility to ensure the purity of the Death Guard! For the Plague Prince, only the warriors who have followed him in the Great Crusade are the purest.

As for those ordinary humans living in the Eye of Terror, they have long been polluted by the power of Chaos and have become something inferior to ants in Mortarion's eyes.

Mortarion would rather let the gene seeds of the Death Guard decay in the Plague Garden than let these incompetent mediocre people get the power of the Death Guard. quantity.

Because of this, the number of Astartes serving in the Death Guard... has been decreasing slowly but steadily over the past ten thousand years.

Typhons's attempt to seize the Death Guard Legion successfully resonated with some Death Guards... and at the same time, it also caused the Death Guard's Primarch Mortarion to fall into a long silence!!

And outside the silence, there was a face full of anger and murderous intent!

Of course, except for Mortarion... the faces of the other people present were similar.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon looked at Typhons with a look like a fool. In Abaddon's view, Typhons chose to provoke Mortarion's fragile nerves at this juncture, which was undoubtedly seeking death.

The birth of each Astartes is a poor treatment of the Primarch. Copy!!

The power of the Astartes is indeed strong, but compared with the most proud work of the Emperor, the Primarch... it is still not enough!

Although Typhons has the blessing of his father Nurgle, in front of a true demon prince, the power that this traitor is proud of seems a little pale and powerless.

Including Mortarion, everyone is looking at Typhons with a clown-like look.

Typhons' words and actions have completely angered Mortarion! There is no doubt that the Plague Prince wants to do most now... is to twist off the head of this filial son in front of him! !

The traitors who embraced the power of chaos admire the strong the most! !

At the same time, the desire for killing engraved in the blood of these traitors... also makes them long for a battle full of death and blood.

These pathetic traitors can't wait to see Typhons being torn into pieces by Mortarion.

"Typhons, I have to admit... your mouth really stinks!" A green breath like smoke floated out from Mortarion, "Then, let me see if you have enough strength... to match your damn arrogance!!"

Accompanied by Mortarion's furious roar, the liquid-like viscous smoke spread over the land of Cartier at a terrifying speed.

In every wisp of green smoke, there is a strong plague and bacteria that is enough to kill Astartes!

Even the remaining betrayers present were affected by this plague, and a sense of weakness that seemed to come from the depths of their souls evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the great power that belongs to the loving father Nurgle! ! !

If Mortarion really tried his best to unleash this power, then almost all the betrayers present except the Plague Legion... would die in pain from the erosion of viruses and bacteria.

But unfortunately, the filial son Typhons also has the generous blessing of his loving father Nurgle.

As a stinking God of Nurgle, Typhons also has the ability to control bacteria and viruses!

"Mortarion, your attack seems a little bit unsightly to me!" Typhons showed a disgusting cold smile.

Along with this smile, the abscesses and swellings all over the traitor's body... began to burst in a disgusting manner.

The light yellow pus exuding a pungent smell floated in the air as if it had escaped the shackles of gravity. The moment this pus came into contact with Mortarion's poisonous smoke... some kind of hissing sound erupted in an instant. sound.

It was obvious that the plague released from Mortarion... was not enough to cause enough damage to the traveler Typhons, who was also chosen by Nurgle.

Of course, as the most beloved demon prince of the loving father Nurgle...the blessings held by Typhons and Mortarion still have fundamental differences.

The bacteria and viruses controlled by Mortarion were obviously more powerful than Typhons. Although the thick green smoke did not completely kill Typhons... it weakened the traitor's power to a certain extent. .

As a Chosen Nurgle promoted from a Chaos Space Marine, Typhons's power is already weaker than that of his genetic father! !

After being weakened, the resistance force Typhons could unleash became even rarer.

Under the circumstances of this ebb and flow... it is absolutely impossible for Typhons to win this war.

All the betrayers agreed that Typhons, the traveler who had betrayed the entire Legion and the Gene-Father... would face the trial of Mortarion today.

As you can imagine, it will be a death full of pain and despair! !

But what shocked the betrayers was that even though a painful death was close at hand... there was still a light smile written on Typhons's blasphemous face.

This bloated traitor with a pungent stench all over his body did not seem to show even the slightest concern about his upcoming death and trial.

"Mortarion, I challenge you to a duel of glory!" Typhons finally said words that shocked the betrayers at this moment. "If you lose, you must destroy the Death Guard Legion." Give me the command."

Typhons wants to let the Betrayer Legion and even the loyalists in the Empire see that the so-called Primarch... is not always superior to the Astartes! !

Mortarion, the Plague Prince, readily agreed to the request of Typhons the Traveler.

"I agree to your request." Mortarion squinted his eyes, with strong killing intent surging in his body: "But Typhons, if you lose... I will definitely use endless pain to make you regret being born in this world. In this world!”

"Then the duel is established!" Typhons smiled slightly, and then turned his attention to Chaos Warmaster Abaddon standing on the edge of the battlefield: "Then, I wonder if I have the honor to invite Chaos Warmaster to witness this great battle? "

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon did not say a word. The despicable traitor just raised his wrist and glanced at the clock built into the servo system with a slightly dissatisfied look.

There is still nearly half a Terran day before the Betrayer camp launches its general attack on Eagle Fortress.

And this period of time is enough for Typhons and Mortarion to decide the winner.

After a moment of consideration, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon agreed to Typhons' request.

"Glory Duel" is a form of competition spread from the Dark Angels during the Great Crusade, and the two parties initiating the Glory Duel... usually have some kind of irreconcilable conflict.

In order to resolve the conflicts between fighting brothers and maintain stability within the legion, this "Glory Duel" in which strength determines everything came into being.

Practical experience shows that this approach is quite effective in mediating conflicts within the legion.

It is precisely because of this that this method of competition to mediate conflicts between fighting brothers was gradually adopted by other legions during the long Great Crusade.

To this day, ten thousand years later, the Betrayer Legions who experienced the Horus Heresy and most of the re-formed Loyal Legions still retain this ancient custom of competition.

In the past ten thousand years, the loyal legion and the fallen betrayer legion combined...the number of glorious duels initiated has almost exceeded four digits.

But among them, there has never been any case where a genetic heir challenged his genetic father to a duel.

For most Astartes, the genetic father who shares the same blood as themselves is a very unique existence! Even those traitors who betrayed the Gene Father would never dare to have such blasphemous thoughts in their hearts.

But at this moment, such a magical scene was truly displayed in front of the betrayers.

If nothing unexpected happens, these despicable betrayers will soon be very lucky... to appreciate the most loving father and filial son model in this cold galaxy.

Under the witness of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the glorious duel between the Genetic Offspring and the Genetic Father kicked off with a roar of anger.

Facing Mortarion's Death Scythe covered with fungi and viruses, the power sword covered with filth in the hands of the traveler Typhons did not play its due role at all! ! !

Typhons' power has been weakened by Mortarion's virus. Although the degree of weakening is not obvious... it still has a real influence on the outcome of this war.

Facing the fierce offensive of the Genetic Father, Typhons, whose power has been weakened, inevitably fell into a situation of retreat.

And such a battle situation also meets the speculation of most of the audience's betrayers about the outcome of the war.

Even if an Astartes obtains a powerful power, he will never be the opponent of a Primarch who has been promoted to a demon prince! !

Even though the Warp Essence used by the Demon Primarchs has been taken back by the Chaos Gods, the Primarchs are still Primarchs... Compared with the Astartes, the Primarchs are two completely different creatures.

No matter how tragic the battlefield is, a Primarch holding a sharp sword will always have the initiative on the battlefield!

No one can believe that the despicable traitor, the Traveler Typhons, can defeat the Primarch Mortarion.

And the facts are just as the traitors expected! ! !

Typhons' every move was defeated by Mortarion's attack, and the Death Scythe covered with fungi and viruses passed like a dim meteor... Then it easily tore a huge crack on Typhons' power armor blessed by his father.

Typhons' skin covered with pus and lumps was exposed to the traitors without reservation. Except for the traitors belonging to the Death Guard Legion... most of the traitors expressed some disgust at this disgusting scene.

Mortarion's slightly contemptuous behavior obviously angered the traitorous traveler Typhons!

The chainsaw sword blessed by Nurgle in Typhons' hand made a deafening roar! !

Under the gaze of nearly 10,000 traitors, the traveler Typhons roared and launched a charge towards the direction of the Father of Genes amid the roar of the power sword.