Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

Accompanying the action of Plague Prince Mortarion, a stench that is difficult to describe in any words came to his face in an instant! !

This is a suffocating breath! !

Although the bacteria and viruses mixed in it are not enough to cause any harm to Sanguinius, this smell like purgatory... still makes the pure archangel frown tightly.

The legendary weapon of Archangel Sanguinius, the Spear of Bigong, has been covered with scars in the fierce battle. Sanguinius leaned the short spear in his hand on the ground, trying to support his scarred body to stand on the earth again.

But unfortunately, Plague Prince Mortarion did not intend to give Sanguinius this opportunity.

"My dear Sanguinius, you are defeated! For the great father Nurgle, just watch... the glory of the father will eventually spread over this cold and crazy galaxy!"

The corner of Mortarion's mouth, who had won by chance, drew a sarcastic smile. This despicable betrayer put the Death Scythe covered with fungi and viruses on the archangel's neck.

At this moment, the life of Archangel Sanguinius was completely in Mortarion's hands.

As long as the Plague Prince Mortarion exerted a little force, the pure Archangel Sanguinius would be killed by the sharp Death Scythe in an instant! !

Long before the war officially started, the Lord of Plague sitting on the throne of corruption had already blessed the Plague Prince Mortarion.

This Death Scythe covered with various viruses and fungi has the generous blessing from the Lord of Corruption! Once Archangel Sanguinius falls into the hands of the Eye of Death, even the Emperor and the Regent of the Empire... will never be able to make him descend into this galaxy again.

That would be an eternal death!!!

But facing the eternal death that was so close, Archangel Sanguinius, whose face was as handsome as an ancient Roman sculpture, did not show any trace of fear.

The corners of Sanguinius' mouth drew an extremely sarcastic smile. This noble loyalist looked at his pitiful brother who had already fallen into the arms of the Chaos God with an extremely calm gaze.

"Motarion, you have always been a pathetic fellow!" Sanguinius' voice was filled with deep compassion, "Whether it was the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago or now, you have never been a qualified commander!!"

Sanguinius's sarcasm made Mortarion's face reveal a deep murderous intent. The pathetic betrayer smiled slightly, "But you were defeated by a loser like me! This can only prove that you are more of a loser than a loser like me..."

"Failure, no, I don't think so!" The stench from the Death Scythe was suffocating, but Sanguinius did not show any discomfort about it.

"Motarion, at some point... failure is the prerequisite for victory! Pathetic betrayer, you did win the battle with me, but you lost this war that could affect the future of the entire galaxy! The time... has come."

With the help of the Spear of Completion covered with mottled cracks in his hand, the already scarred Sanguinius stood on the land of Cartier again.

The Archangel's mouth bloomed with a dazzling smile, a smile that a winner looks down on a loser after winning!!

Whether it was the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago or now, Archangel Sanguinius has never been a person who likes to lie or use tricks to fool the enemy.

Looking at his smiling brother, Plague Prince Mortarion instinctively felt a hint of bad breath.

But unfortunately, it's all too late!!

The Chaos Gods sitting in the highest heaven cast their gazes on the fortress world Cartier, and the will of the God of Corruption Nurgle penetrated the curtain of reality and illusion and descended into the soul of Plague Prince Mortarion without reservation.

Looking at the Chaos Gods sitting in the highest heaven, the God of Corruption Nurgle is the most peaceful one among them! Nurgle is not always filled with war fever like the Terror, nor does he play tricks like the adultery on the Crystal Throne...

As for the Prince of Pleasure sitting in the Pleasure Castle, that guy has always ranked at the bottom among the Chaos Gods...

From the moment the blessing of plague and virus descended on the physical universe, the generosity and kindness of Father Nurgle has resounded throughout this cold and crazy galaxy.

From bacteria to intelligent life, Father Nurgle has shown an incomparable equality and selfless love for every life in this galaxy.

In the past countless years, Father Nurgle's followers have never witnessed the anger of the Plague God! Even if a Great Unclean One secretly drank the liquid that had been refined in Nurgle's crucible for ten thousand years, the generous father only showed a gentle smile...

But at this moment, Father Nurgle's rage resounded in the soul of Plague Prince Mortarion.

Under the blessing of the Chaos Gods, Plague Prince Mortarion's power has reached a terrifying level that mortals cannot imagine.

Even Horus Lupercal, the Chaos Warmaster chosen by the Four Gods ten thousand years ago, looked extremely pale and powerless in front of the Plague Prince Mortarion at this moment.

But even such an amazing and terrifying power was still as fragile as a lone boat in the wind and rain in front of the Plague God's powerful will filled with anger.

When the will of the Plague God Nurgle descended upon the physical universe, the soul of the Plague Prince Mortarion, which was already on the verge of collapse, once again suffered some kind of horrible trauma.

The blasphemous whispers that could not be described in words echoed in Mortarion's soul. That was the madness accumulated in the entire cold sea of ​​souls for ten thousand years...

The cold and crazy sea of ​​souls is the reflection of the entire physical universe! And the madness accumulated in it for ten thousand years is not something a small demon prince can bear!!

Mortarion could clearly feel that his soul was being torn apart by some horrible force! But under the influence of Nurgle's power, the soul that should have been torn apart was gradually resurrected at a terrifying speed.

The two completely different states of destruction and rebirth were superimposed on Mortarion's soul! Such pain, even the extremely tough souls of the Astartes and the Guards would be on the verge of collapse in a very short time!!

But as a war demigod created by the Emperor for the Great Crusade, Mortarion's soul power has far exceeded that of ordinary Astartes!

This horrible pain from the depths of his soul almost drove Plague Prince Mortarion crazy, but he never completely lost consciousness!!

Under this horrible pain like a tide, time and space have lost their meaning of existence.

Plague Prince Mortarion didn't know how long this horrible pain lasted! Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was a long century...

When Plague Prince Mortarion's will took control of his body again, the tidal pain had eased a little.

Since embracing the power of the loving father Nurgle, this was the first time Plague Prince Mortarion felt such horrible pain!

For a moment, Mortarion even felt a trace of cold murderous intent from the power of the loving father Nurgle! The loving father Nurgle loves every life in this galaxy equally. Such a gentle god of chaos... How could he show murderous intent to his favorite demon prince?

Just as Mortarion was lost in thought, the voice of the loving father Nurgle, full of corruption and blasphemy, resounded in the mind of this traitor.

"Mortarion! Abaddon is dead, you messed up this great war of the Chaos Gods!" Nurgle's angry voice echoed in Mortarion's soul, "The Imperial Regent is about to wake up! You have two minutes to completely kill that damn guy."

"This is your last chance!" The voice of the kind father Nurgle slowly disappeared in Mortarion's soul.

At this moment, Plague Prince Mortarion finally realized that he had been deceived by Sanguinius.

Mortarion's face full of blasphemy and ugliness became extremely gloomy! The betrayer, who was wrapped in viruses and fungi, raised the scythe of death in his hand and stared at the scarred archangel with a cold and furious look.

"Damn Sanguinius, you dare to deceive me!" The Plague Prince's angry and crazy roar echoed on this devastated land.

But in response, Archangel Sanguinius just showed a disdainful smile.

"I thought you would never discover this secret in your lifetime!" A hint of sarcasm was drawn on Sanguinius' handsome face like an ancient Roman sculpture, "Come on, I don't mind you venting your anger on me!"

The coldness in the pupils of Plague Prince Mortarion suddenly appeared like a cracked ice lake! This despicable betrayer raised the Death Scythe in his hand, and a cold and crazy killing intent instantly echoed over the land.

But Archangel Sanguinius still maintained that extremely calm smile.

Archangel Sanguinius knew very well that there were less than two minutes left before the Imperial Regent was completely revived! As long as Mortarion waved the Death Scythe in his hand towards Sanguinius, it meant that the revival of the Imperial Regent had become an established fact.

If Mortarion had not completely lost his mind, then he should take the Death Scythe in his hand to deal with the Imperial Regent who had not yet completely revived!

But if Mortarion was determined to kill Archangel Sanguinius, then Archangel Sanguinius would not mind holding back the traitor for the last two minutes.

In just a few seconds, dozens of completely different thoughts flashed across Mortarion's extremely blasphemous face!

This despicable traitor knew very well that if he messed up the great plan of the Chaos Gods... then what awaited him would be an extremely painful death.

No, perhaps death was more like a gift to him at that time! It would be an eternal torture with no end in sight! ! !

Between achieving the great plan of the benevolent father Nurgle and the Chaos Gods and killing his brother, Plague Prince Mortarion finally chose the latter very reluctantly.

Even though the traitor's hope of successfully killing the Regent of the Empire was very slim! But if nothing was done, what awaited Mortarion would be the painful excommunication from the Chaos Gods! !

Mortarion did not want to just abandon everything he had managed in the warp for thousands of years! This despicable traitor also didn't want to be removed from the Plague Garden.

Plague Prince Mortarion didn't want to accept the ending he didn't want to accept!!

The Death Scythe in Mortarion's hand glowed with an uncomfortable light, and the Death Wings with a foul smell stretched out from the spine of the traitor, and then began to swing at a terrifying speed.

The Plague Prince's stinking black wings have the great blessing from the God of Corruption!

The black wings that covered the sky cast a disgusting shadow on the land of Cartier. Under the gaze of Archangel Sanguinius, Plague Prince Mortarion's figure suddenly turned into a blurred afterimage and rushed to the direction of the Eagle Fortress at a terrifying speed.

For the Plague Prince at this moment, the distance of more than ten kilometers is just a fleeting moment!

Although there are less than two minutes left before the Imperial Regent is completely revived, even so... Nurgle's favorite demon prince still has the confidence to send the Imperial Regent to hell before it is completely revived.

The scarred Archangel Sanguinius did not chase the Plague Prince Mortarion. Sanguinius just stood there holding the Spear of Good in his hand, looking at Mortarion's back with a sarcastic look.

Although Mortarion was 100% confident in the existence of the Regent who would wipe out the Empire, Archangel Sanguinius knew very well that... for the traitors who embraced the power of Chaos, everything was too late.

"The balance of victory has tilted to the Empire, and the goddess of victory has smiled at humanity! The conspiracy of the Chaos Gods has completely failed... Mortarion, the traitor camp has no chance." Archangel Sanguinius's cold voice echoed over the devastated land.

But unfortunately, Mortarion, who was moving at a high speed, could no longer hear Sanguinius's advice.

Almost in an instant, Mortarion, waving his wings of death, had crossed a distance of dozens of kilometers with the blessing of the gods' power.

The magnificent Eagle Fortress stood on the devastated land of Cartier! And the Imperial Regent, who brought hope to the Empire and even the entire galaxy, was sleeping in the deepest part of this fortress.

Looking at the Eagle Fortress within reach, Plague Prince Mortarion's blasphemous face revealed an extremely cruel and cold smile.

At this moment, there was still nearly a minute before the Imperial Regent woke up from his slumber.

Under normal circumstances, this period of time was so short that there was no room for any operation! But for Mortarion, it was enough!