Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 129 129, Everyone is targeting Nurgle (big chapter)
After Duker's consciousness returned to the Mindfire, he returned to his office and considered the information Tzeentch had revealed to him.

He knew exactly what was going to happen next. Near Guilliman's hometown of Ultramar, the Plague War was about to begin.

On the surface, this is a war between Mortarion and the Regent.

In fact, it was Tzeentch's plan to weaken Nurgle.

Just like the previous hunt against him, it was actually Tzeentch's plan against Khorne.

"It's a game of the gods." Duker sighed in his heart.

Even the Primarch was a little too small compared to the great game of the gods.

In the eyes of the dark gods, the only real opponents are themselves.

Now that Tzeentch's plan has been launched, it is difficult to destroy it.

In fact, Duker had no intention of sabotaging this plan. On the contrary, the original body felt that this was also a rare opportunity for the Empire.

"Of course. In order to deal a fatal blow to our enemy, I need all the power." Duker said gently,
"Help me inform Dante and get ready for travel. We are about to set off."

"Brother, I have to remind you before I leave." He lowered his voice, and the power of his mind surged to ensure that what he said next was only about himself, Guilliman and the Maggo hanging around his waist. Nus can hear it,

Take advantage of this opportunity to stab Nurgle hard! ——

Later, Yedukl also set off for the Glory of Macragge to say goodbye to Guilliman in person——

"Well, your words are starting to become unpredictable." Guilliman thought for a moment and then added,
"Just like our father."

After seeing Guilliman, Dulquer spoke.

"I wonder if this is also part of Tzeentch's plan." When the plan in his mind began to take shape, a strange smile appeared on Duker's face.

But just go with the flow,

"Including those who are about to be transformed, there are a total of 222 people, Your Highness." Efilar replied rigorously.

Then the Primarch called his nuns,
"Efilar, how many people have completed the surgical transformation and become my heirs now?"

Guilliman stood there, bowing his head and pondering the meaning of these words.

"Are we going to set sail again so soon?" Guilliman was surprised. The feeling of loneliness spread rapidly in his heart, making him a little reluctant to leave. However, his long life also made him accustomed to separation and reunion.
"I thought our reunion would take longer."

"Father, His Highness Duker has left, and it's time for us to go back." At this time, Ultramarine Calgar came behind Guilliman.

"You may not truly realize it, but remember these words, Guilliman. Take care, my brother."

"I didn't mean to hide it." After all, no matter what the outcome of the war was, Guilliman would suffer.

Guilliman opened his arms, and the two Primarchs embraced each other in farewell.

The original body's words put a smile on Shivara's face again, and she left the original body's office briskly.

The Primarch sat in his office, brooding. He thought about what he could do to take advantage of this opportunity to make Nurgle pay a more painful price.

"No, you are wrong, this is different from previous wars, my girl." Dukel smiled,
"This time, it is no longer the people of the empire who are suffering. This time, we are the perpetrators."

Then Duker reminded again,

After the standard courtesy, she left the primarch's office.

The soul of little Sanguinius still needs the help of Dukel, and his safety needs to be strictly protected before his power is fully restored - so in the next expedition, the Blood Angel fleet will work together with the expedition fleet. set sail.

What he really wants to do is not to destroy Tzeentch's conspiracy.

"Brother, I think it's time to say goodbye."

"Don't worry, we will meet again soon." Dukel smiled.

"Help me notify the mechanical priests and ask them to speed up the progress of surgical transformation. In the next war, I need the power of the descendants, and I need more Destroyers to fight for me."

"When was that?" Guilliman asked in surprise.

He wanted to ask the other party, but saw that Duker had turned around and left.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

"Guilliman, have you ever considered what we are? A human? A demigod revered by mortals? But that's it. In fact, you and I know very well that no matter how much power we hold, , compared to the entire galaxy and even the universe, we are small.”

After hearing these words, Guilliman looked stunned and found it difficult to understand for a while.

"Your Highness, is another horrific battle going to break out?" After hearing these words, Efilar said with a worried look on his face, "What kind of war is it? Even as great as you are, you urgently need more power."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After hearing this, Efilar also showed a smile on his face,

From the perspective of the empire, if there is no good thing among the Chaos Gods, they should be slashed twenty-two times. As for who the butcher's knife is hitting, it doesn't matter to Dukel at all.

"The arrogant dark powers regard themselves as true gods, and they think so too. In their eyes, the eternal game is the most important, and the only opponents in their eyes are each other. But this is beneficial to us. , People who are in a dark and desperate situation must be good at using everything we can. "

"No, it's earlier than that." Dukel knocked on his armor, and the double-headed eagle logo on the shoulder of the Armor of Destiny ignited a weak spiritual fire.

"Your Highness, don't you need the power of the nuns? We can also fight for you." After Efilar left, Shivara asked somewhat gloomily.

"You will know by then." Duker said mysteriously, "Brother, protect this armor before the truly terrifying dispute comes."

"That's right." Guilliman also smiled, "We will meet again under the throne soon."

"And I just received news that Felix has returned. I think you should go see him."
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"Make way for Decimus Felix! Make way for the lord who marches to the east, make way for the lord of Vespato!" cried the herald.

Felix moved quickly towards the palace where the regent was.

At this moment, Guilliman outlined a lonely figure against the backdrop of the sea of ​​stars. The Primarch was not looking at the scenery, but at a holographic projection.

It depicted a world that lay open before him, and to which all the Primarch's attention was drawn.

Not for the first time, Felix once again felt alone in his primarch.

"Felix, nice to meet you." Guilliman's voice echoed in the empty room.

"Would you still be happy if I disagreed with you?"

"Perhaps," Guilliman smiled. "You don't have to agree with everything I do, my son. As you can see, do your best, and whatever you want to do, I will be happy with it." ”

After hearing his words, Felix raised his head, a look of confusion on his expression. No matter how much he thought he knew the Primarch, he could not truly understand the Primarch's thoughts. If there is a trespasser like himself among his subordinates, he will definitely rebuke him mercilessly.

Felix felt that he had abandoned his humanity, but Guilliman had never been human, at least not truly human.

"Why don't you let me destroy the blasphemous demon host?" Felix asked. "You plan to interrogate him?"

Guilliman did not speak, but lowered his head and stared at him silently, paying full attention to him for the first time. Felix felt the Primarch's gaze weighing heavily on his soul.

"What is the current situation in the Eastern Sector? Can you put it under our control?" Suddenly, Guilliman asked.

"Can I tell the truth?"

"When have I ever asked you not to do this?"

"It's all a mess, father." Felix replied dully. He had already tasted the burden of the original body by resisting only one sector. "All worlds are in chaos, all of them."

"Although Mortarion's army is approaching, to be honest, they have not caused much direct damage to the east. But the Sotha Alliance has been hit hard by the Tyranid swarm, and has been attacked by Orcs. "

"The Necrons have also revived recently. These aliens have also attacked humans there, and pirates are also a problem. And the biggest problem is those corrupt nobles. Any assets, whether military or otherwise, have been eroded by years of decay. Empty, existing only on paper, the nobles there have no fear of the authority of the empire. "

Guilliman's expression turned grim upon hearing his words, prompting Felix to apologize.

"I'm sorry, father, for letting you hear such bad news." Felix continued after a pause,

"Please forgive me for overstepping. I think you should ask for the assistance of the Lord of the Second Legion and go to the Eastern Star Sector together. We don't have time to use softer methods. With His Highness Dukel's style, we will definitely carry out attacks there. A thorough purge, killing one to serve as a warning to others.”

"No, no, this is exactly why I didn't keep my brother. It's not that bad." Guilliman shook his head quickly.

"Duker doesn't even care whether those powerful people have made mistakes. After he sees huge mistakes, he will drag all officials to the execution ground. But the logic of politics is not like this."

"Dukele has been fulfilling his responsibilities. Civil governance is not his responsibility, and this will not change in the future."

"And we can't be so selfish, my son. The war in the galaxy is never over, we are all fighting for a brief peace. They have their own wars to fight, the Tyranids, the Necron, the Daemons, the Orks. There's an entire universe that needs to be saved, and we can't rely on them for everything."

Guilliman was a little uneasy when he said these words. He looked into space and seemed to have seen countless officials being lined up to be shot. Then he came back to his senses.

"You are right, there is room for redemption in everything." Felix was thinking about the original body's words, and then nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it's time to interrogate the Emperor's servant who was parasitized by demons. Maybe this will save millions of human lives." Guilliman looked at the heir in front of him, "Since you are here, are you willing to participate in the interrogation? ? Maybe seeing the interrogation and execution will make you feel at ease and let go of your worries."

"After the interrogation, will you kill him?" Felix asked worriedly.

"Of course, I swear, don't be afraid, he will not cause any harm to me." Guilliman promised.

The Primarch and Felix arrived at the gate of the Hexagram.

The demon prisoner and his guards stood on the platform.

Inquisitor Remo, who was inhabited by the demon, has been completely swallowed by the demon at this moment. Apart from pain, he has little left.

"Remer, cheer up!" Guilliman ordered. "Your will is still within your body."

But the original body's response was only the devil's ridicule.

"Give up, he is gone, his soul has been swallowed by me, he is a part of me. A part of the Lord of Changes, just like what existed in the past, what exists now, and what will exist in the future." The demon smiled, " He is hopeless, and so are you, my little mortal."

"Demon of Tzeentch, your arrogance reminds me of Fateweaver." Guilliman drew out a giant sword burning with golden flames and pointed it at the opponent.

"And your end will not be much better either!"

The flames spread along the chains of the cage, burning the demon's flesh, causing it to howl in pain.

"Poor son of the damned, the great Tzeentch is rising, you are his pawn, and so are your brothers, don't you feel it? I won't tell you anything!"

"You will." Guilliman held the hilt of the Emperor's Sword. "You will do it now. This sword can destroy your essence. There is nothing you can do about it."

"Never!" the demon howled, his voice full of pain.

"Tell me, what are my brother Mortarion's plans?"

"I won't answer!"

"Say!" Guilliman roared angrily. The original body's rage caused the entire room to be shaken by his will. In reality, opposing tides were crashing, and everyone was being affected by him.

"No!"

The demon writhed, black fire ignited around his hands and feet, and acrid smoke filled the room.

Guilliman became even more angry and wanted to make the Gray Knight recite the demon's true name in order to torture him even more severely.

But the moment he spoke, he thought of what Duker had said to him.

And that meaningful reminder before leaving. At this moment, those words opened up a broader way of thinking for him. Every primarch is by no means stupid. Guided by these ideas, Guilliman has a clearer view of the situation in front of him.

"You said everything was within your master's plan." Guilliman said, "In that case, your appearance is definitely not an accident, right?"

"Of course, everything cannot escape the control of my Lord!" The devil's voice was crazy and chaotic, mixed with worship of the Lord of Destiny.

"So, you came with a mission. The purpose of your appearance is to tell me information about Mortarion and guide me to do something." Guilliman thought,

"Your master wants to target Mortarion? No, no, he is not worth spending so much time on. Is that because your master is targeting the person behind him?"

"If that's the case, and we have the same purpose, why do you resist answering my questions?"

After hearing the voice of the original body, the frantic and chaotic demon suddenly calmed down. Black blood flowed from his body and bird feathers grew.

"Son of the Cursed, there is no need to guess my master's intentions, they are beyond your reach in your lifetime."

"Can I understand that all my guesses are correct?"

"Ask, son of the damned. You have nine questions to be answered, like the number of Tzeentch."

After hearing the devil's words.

A smile appeared on Guilliman's face,
"It seems that you will only answer my questions about Mortarion, so tell me where he is first."

He started asking questions that he had prepared.
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In Mortarion's House of Time, all the clocks here have stopped functioning. Through the dark wonders of the Mycelium of Despair, he is communicating with his estranged offspring, Typhonse.

The Daemon Primarch didn't really wish to talk.

Every word of Typhonse's words was harsh to him.

As the genetic father, Mortarion hated the son who had betrayed him.

"You can't go to the Eastern Sector, Mortarion, I have a higher order." Typhons' voice sounded with suppressed pain. As the other person's heir, he didn't have the respect he deserved when facing his genetic father.

"You're hurt, you're scared." Mortarion saw the huge trauma on the other person's body, and his joy at the damage his son had suffered was conveyed along with his words.

"Fear has nothing to do with this, my genetic father." Typhons ignored the joy. "The war of the gods has begun again. You must respond to our gods. You must go back."

"No, I won't give up. My great plan is about to succeed!" Mortarion said stubbornly. "My brother is coming. Guilliman will die in my hands. The trap has been set. I'll get him!"

"Listen, Mortarion. I am not here as your scion or as First Captain. I am here as your Father's messenger. The Lord of Change is disrupting the cycle of death and rebirth, bringing you Put aside your little fights, your God commands you to do so!”

The effect of Typhons's exhortation was to further anger the original body.

"How dare you?! How dare you talk to me like this, like I'm a child who needs to be taught a lesson!" Mortarion's face was twisted in anger, and he asked his heir,
"So, where are your orders? Typhonse, did Nurgle himself come out of his dark house to tell you this? Put aside your lies, I heard nothing and the Father commanded me not! I refuse to be manipulated by you again!"

"This is not a lie, father, I feel the signs." Under the rage of the original body, Typhons' tone softened.

"That's it? I don't accept your order, First Company Commander!" Mortarion emphasized the words 'First Company Commander'.

He flapped his wings angrily, and an unpleasant smell emitted from the secret room.

"You are a viper, Typhonse, you always have been!"

"That's it." The first company commander looked at his genetic father and said disappointedly, "You have overestimated your own value, and your arrogance has blinded you. You have crossed the line, and your loving father will not be happy. The most powerful wrath often comes from the meekest of people. Don’t let our God.”

Before Typhons could finish his words, Mortarion let out an angry roar. The primarch could no longer bear the rudeness of his offspring to him.

Purple and green smoke erupted from the respirator fastened to his face as he swung the Silent Scythe, severing the mycelial avatar of Typhons.

The power of the Primarch continued along the medium of mycelium to the entity of Typhonus.

Typhons twisted in pain and let out bursts of wailing.

"I am Mortarion, the Lord of Death! The Plaguebringer! I am the Eternal Power!"

Mortarion roared, declaring.

In the central glass prison, the soul of his once-alien adoptive father was running around in fear.

"No one can order me!"

Mortarion's anger turned into spiritual energy and surged out of him, sweeping through everything around him.

Yes, Nurgle was not his first father.

His first father was the alien alien whose soul is now imprisoned by him. His second father was the Emperor sitting on the throne who he betrayed.

Nurgle is his third father.

"No one can order me!" Mortarion repeated angrily again, "You hear that, no one!"

Mortarion's rebellion did not go unnoticed, and he vented his emotions angrily.

Then he quickly became quiet again.

In Mortarion's mind, nothing could compare to his great plan -

"Thirteen. Thirty-three"

Mortarion began to mutter to himself, using numerology to divine his brother in order to carry out his great plan.

But no matter how many times he did it, he always got the same number.

"That's a really extraordinary number."

Mortarion muttered.

He is obsessed with numerology and firmly believes in it. In fact, this knowledge has indeed played a vital role many times.

Thousands of years ago, when everything in the Warp was still secret, Mortarion used numerology and even discovered the Webway that the Emperor was constructing.

"What are you doing, Mortarion?" A voice suddenly came in.

Upon hearing this question, Mortarion looked up and saw that it was Nurgle's favorite servant, Ku'gas the Great Unclean One.

"I am turning to the great art of numerology to help us win the war."

"Oh, this is great." Although Kugas said this, his face did not show any joy. Instead, it was shrouded in great sadness.

"You chose to target Guilliman instead of Dukel. This was a wise decision. You know, another Great Unclean One was completely destroyed, and he didn't even have time to scream."

As he spoke, a turbid, fat tear slipped from the corner of Kugas's eye. He cried and said,

"That guy Duker is so cruel, everyone should stay away from him."

"Really?" After hearing this, Mortarion looked at the numbers in front of him and showed a strange smile.

"I'm not afraid of the tough, Kugas. On the contrary, in my eyes, No. 13 is the real tough guy."

He said this, but while speaking, he still used the power of numerology to perform a divination on Dukel.
"twenty two?!"

After the divination, Mortarion exclaimed, as if this simple number contained unimaginable power.

"What? What are you talking about?"

After hearing his exclamation, Kugas asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Mortarion kept silent about this, and then asked, "How is your loving father now? What is he doing to allow those favored children to be completely destroyed?"

"Oh, yes, you reminded me, that's why I came here." Kugas said belatedly at this time,

"The loving father was very sad after sensing the news. He once again trapped himself in the house without seeing anyone, just like when Lymph was destroyed. This is so tragic, Mortarion, we can't Just watching."

Ku'gas cried, tears running down its fat face, flowing through the skin covered with abscesses, flowing through the exposed intestines, and finally accumulated in a pool of water in Mortarion's room.

The nauseating liquid gathered and the water level continued to rise, soon covering the lower half of the primarch's body.

"We really can't just watch, we have to take action." Mortarion nodded in agreement, but then, he seemed to have discovered something and asked hurriedly,

"Are you saying that my loving father is 'no one seen' now?"

"That's right, what's wrong?" Kugas asked while crying.

"Nothing." Mortarion opened the door of the hut, and muddy tears flowed out like a river.

"Sorry, excuse me, I suddenly remembered that I still have something very important to do."

Mortarion said without looking back.

He spread his fly-like wings behind him and flew through Nurgle's gardens and swamps. In the process, he avoided the sight of all demons and finally came to the secret place of the garden.

Unlike other places, this place does not spread the terrible plague and vicious quagmire, but the breath of life is deposited, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

A beautiful woman draped in gauze sat here, a beautiful thing that should never appear in Nurgle's Garden.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could still feel her breathtaking beauty.

That is not beauty in the secular physical sense, but beauty in a conceptual sense. All words of praise for life are not inappropriate when used on women.

Everyone will love her involuntarily the moment they see her, just like they love their own lives.

"Mortarion, what are you doing here? Aren't you afraid that your master will blame you?"

After seeing the original body, the woman frowned and scolded mercilessly.

"Honorable goddess, I came here to make a transaction." After Mortarion was scolded, he was not angry at all. He elegantly made a perfect courtesy. As a great demigod, he showed that at this moment own humility,
"I want to exchange a secret for a bottle of antidote."

"Antide?" The woman seemed to have heard something incredible and chuckled, "Nurgle's son actually asked me for an antidote? Your body is soaked in poison, but none of this can cause you any harm. What harm."

"The most important thing you should get rid of is the poison in your heart. Your mind has long been distorted and has spread into terrible abscesses, but there is no cure for these."

"Go back, son of Nurgle." The woman was driving him away, "I don't have what you want here."

"Don't worry, noble goddess, don't you want to know what I can give? This may be just what you dream of."

"What I want is beyond your reach." The woman stroked her forehead and looked like she had a headache. However, in order to make the other party leave as soon as possible, she still said,

"Tell me, what can you come up with?"

"Twenty-two, the owner of this number." Mortarion said confidently, "I believe you also know the meaning of this number. I don't need to say more."

"Really?" The woman stood up instantly, her eyes fixed on Mortarion, everything around her was boiling, and the weight of life pressed heavily on the original body in her eyes.

Under such heavy pressure, the Lord of Death still stood upright, and no one noticed that there was a smile on his face hidden behind the respirator.

"what do you want?"

Finally, after hearing these words, Mortarion felt joy all over his body,
"The poison I want to undo is what I serve. It is imprinted in my soul, bound to my essence, and forces me to submit."

"Chains of decay."

(End of this chapter)