Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 156 Abyss of Corruption - Mortarion
He looked at the streamer that disappeared into the giant dark purple eyes "over his head".

Karl felt a tinge of displeasure, the displeasure of letting Erebus slip away.

But he also knew that it would be a big problem if that Erebus died.

Fortunately, if the Four Gods still want Erebus to continue to walk among the legions to spread corruption with a low degree of mutation, then they will definitely not choose to let Erebus become a demon.

Even then, the feature that the devil prince can be resurrected can be passed instantly, and Karl's anchor point will be invalidated in a short time.

Besides, taking a step back, the corruption of Horus was the main event on Devon's satellite.

Calculated in this way, as long as he can control the "proportion" of the four face-jumping gods, theoretically he will not violate the principle of "swing".

Under this premise, even if he ran over and beat Erebus hard, he would not be punished in any way.

After all, Erebus was going to make that evil suggestion later.

Vaguely, he felt that familiar feeling of rejection.

That's a reminder that the mission is complete.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

"As expected of a loving father, it depends on Grandpa Nurgle."

Compared with the other three gods who racked their brains to plan the test, the pattern of the loving father was instantly opened.

There are no deliberately set tests, as long as you don't violate the core interests of Chaos, you will win.

Of course, the corresponding price is that Carl can't do anything except some disgusting little tricks.

Feeling that the majestic power of corruption no longer increased, he knew that the souls of the Sons of Horus were almost collected.

Even if there are still some things that have not been taken into account, I can't control it at this moment.

As long as that giant bomb that might detonate at any moment is still in his mind for a moment, he can't let go of his heart for a moment.

He could vaguely feel the huge amount of corrupting power that was temporarily dispersed in the swamp on the large Devon satellite.

That was the price he should have paid for stealing the souls of the Sons of Horus.

You don't need to worry about these corruptions.

After all, these corruptions are extremely large for a single person, but putting these corruptions in front of the fleet is not enough.

Then just "burn the swamps clean" and you'll be fine.

But just when Karl was about to slap his ass and run away, the originally stable anchor in his spiritual sea suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the corruption that he had "adapted" to began to mutate.

Like a boat that loses its anchor in a storm, Karl's entire soul is now adrift on the Sea of ​​Corruption.

Fortunately, the emperor's help has also arrived.

It was a sacred and pure force.

At this moment, the two forces began to pull to the limit.

One side wants to take Karl away from this point in time, and the other side wants him to stay in this pool of corruption for a while.

At this moment, Karl, who was in the center of the vortex, seemed to experience the feeling of being divided into two souls by Urshe's chronicle.

The two opposing forces made his soul extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he was used to this kind of soul pulling, so he resisted the feeling of tearing his soul.

In the end, after a fierce game, it seemed that the power from the emperor was superior.

As his body gradually turned into stars, Karl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the angle of view gradually increased, he knew that he was about to return to the familiar M42.

And at this moment, he looked at the roiling swamp beneath his feet.

He finally understood why Chaos was willing to temporarily withdraw Erebus.

The so-called corruption refers to a "right time and place".

Is there any piece of land in this world that is more suitable as the fallen land of the Warmaster than the corrupted swamp "compensated" by Karl?

He even had a premonition that this time the Warmaster will degenerate even more thoroughly.

The surrounding scene began to switch constantly.

He knew that it was both a switch in space and a switch in time.

But just when he was about to go back to count the rewards, the whole "teleportation" process seemed to be stuck.

It felt like two mighty forces had collided together, and then forcibly stuck a bug in the originally smooth teleportation process.

He vaguely saw a barren battlefield. In the center of that battlefield, which was also shrouded in yellow mist, a figure holding a scythe was watching a crying baby in the middle of the pile of corpses.

As if sensing Karl's gaze, the figure suddenly turned to look at him.

The pair of corroded wings that slowly spread out on its back, and the giant dark green armor on its body, all showed Karl his identity——Mortarion.

And obviously Mortarion after ascending to the devil.

For a moment, the tension was full.

That is an existence that even Guilliman can only call his father to win.

Although the methods in the process are a bit disgraceful, they are just like the "pragmatism" thought that Karl has always believed in.

As long as the result is okay, you don't need to care about the intermediate process.

After all, history is written by the victors.

The so-called taking history as a mirror mostly depends on the "authenticity" and "existence" of history.

This is the same as you can't find people shouting "second" in public on M42.

With the footsteps getting closer.

Karl could even feel the air around him freeze.

That was a Primarch, a Primarch after ascending a demon.

If the third-order berserk power can barely touch those famous Astartes company commanders.

As for the Primarch after the Ascension ended, he estimated that it would take at least level 5 to be able to hit 55 points.

After all, the upper limit of Angron being possessed by Khorne is there, and the power of the warp is not kidding with you.

Carl, who has personally experienced the blessing of the four gods, said that this thing is too dangerous.

Therefore, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in the face of the ascended demon version of Mortarion who was slowly walking towards him in the distance.

The pair of death lanterns held by Mortarion in his right hand, and the huge scythe held in his left hand.

It reminded Karl all the time that even if he had the bonus of the entire swamp before, he couldn't be the opponent of the ascended version of Mortarion standing in front of him at this moment.

That is the truly pure power of corruption.

Although it is true that these corruption forces may contain slightly more impurities than his recovery wind.

But Karl, who has never really upgraded the Wind of Resurgence to level 42 in M2, thinks that he can't speak of its greatness.

Step by step.

It was the wind of death howling.

Seeing the huge scythe approaching gradually, Karl had nothing to do.

He is currently stuck in the so-called "gap of time".

The future emperor is struggling with the four gods of the past.

So Karl could neither move nor dare to move.

The scythe in the Primarch's hand contained a terrifying power of corruption. This was the first time Karl experienced the feeling of facing a Primarch.

That feeling was very bad, it was a feeling of "dangerous" in his head that he hadn't felt for a long time.

But just after Mortarion walked in front of Karl, the expected heavy blow of the scythe did not come as expected.

Gently putting down his weapon, Mortarion drew a flute from a gap in his armor.

Yes, a flute that is rotten but can still see scriptures engraved on its surface.

With a light click, a gas tube was removed from under Mortarion's heavy mask.

Accompanied by the sound of "sizzling" air leakage from time to time.

A familiar yet unfamiliar tune was played by Mortarion in an extremely weird way.

The reason why it is said to be familiar is because that piece of music is too in line with Carl's taste in rhythm.

In other words, if he were to compose a piece of music according to a certain tune, probably this would be the final product.

And the reason why he said he was not familiar with it was because Karl searched through his memory and couldn't find any relationship between himself, the Primarch Mortarion and this song.

Carl didn't care about any of his feelings.

After the performance ended, Mortarion spoke through the thick mask.

Contrary to any expectations of Carl, he just said a word lightly.

"Thank you."

Then, before Karl could make any response.

He directly lifted the heavy iron feet that were stained with corrupt blood from all kinds of surrounding battlefields, and kicked Karl back towards M31.

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(End of this chapter)