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Chapter 134 Chapter 134, Guilliman and Mortarion (Thanks to "Luckshir" for the reward and additional update)
Although this was a great victory, the surviving soldiers, after a brief cheer, began to clean the battlefield and organize the remains of their fallen comrades.

Casualties are inevitable. The dead Imperial soldiers are piled up on the battlefield. Their bodies are dead, their wounds have been eroded by the demonic plague, and their souls have long since disappeared.

Lightning flashed from the broken armor of the tank, which was completely scrapped.

Physicians save Imperial soldiers who are ravaged by the plague and whispering in pain.

The mortal guards cleaning the battlefield picked up the double-headed eagle flags scattered in the garden and covering the corpses. The flags will be put into the hands of the nuns to be mended.

Every battle flag is irreplaceable, and every battle flag is the belief of a team. Countless beliefs are brought together by the battle flag, and ultimately create their own culture and fighting philosophy.

Under the guidance of the battle flag, they risked their lives to fight and strive to win honor.

The act of mending the battle flag tells everyone that the will of the predecessors will be inherited by future generations.

All battle flags will stand eternity in the inheritance of human warriors, just like the Destiny Eagle battle flag.

Shivara led the Crusaders, composed of nuns and state priests, on the battlefield where they gained temporary peace. They walked beside the dying people,

"Get out of the way, I am the Emperor's vengeful son. My armor is protected by my brother. I am far better than before. I will kill Mortarion with my own hands!"

After hearing his answer, Duker was stunned.

"It's not hunger. All these evils stem from the original sin of human nature, greed and gluttony." The voice under the helmet of the Son of the People seemed very dull,

He looked at the brutal battlefield being cleaned, and to this day, his face no longer showed many expressions.

As the descendants of Dukel, the abilities endowed in their genes make them tireless.

"Father, this is not a wise move!"

This is a war against the hungry demon - Two dots of scarlet burst out from the visor of the Son of the People's helmet, and his eyes are determined.

The results he had achieved now satisfied him. Although the Imperial Legion still had some strength left, it still needed to recuperate for the bigger war ahead.

"Your Highness, fortunately, your goods have been delivered on time." After saluting, the Son of the People said solemnly.

——"I don't know what's going on with Guilliman."

After comforting an unknown number of seriously wounded soldiers, Shivara sat in a trench tiredly. She raised her head and looked at the sky lit by flames. The flames in the sky were reflected in her black pupils, which were eternal.

Dukel was surprised, "Are there any Imperial soldiers who don't have enough to eat?"

"I have witnessed with my own eyes the Astra Militarum's comrades who were close together in the past fighting over a box of cans. I have also witnessed with my own eyes that a mortal servant was sent to the infirmary for emergency treatment due to overeating."

Duker thought in his mind.

But Duker has no plans to move forward for the time being.

After a short rest, she got up and ran again.

Ultramarine Calgar tried his best to stop him, but was pushed away by the Regent.

The heavily armed sons of the people walked out of the fighter plane first. They carefully observed everything around them, and then under his command, dozens of mortal servants walked down carrying huge incubators.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. As a primarch, he simply cannot understand how crazy those mortals who usually eat starch cubes will be exposed after receiving food supplies from the Children of the People.

The original body looked towards the sky, waiting for the light belonging to the Emperor to break through the realm.

Even after nearly a month of endless fighting, they were still in high spirits and looking forward to the next war.

Use sacred prayers to guide the destination of every noble soul.

"This is a necessary move, Your Highness." The Son of the People looked around carefully and said in a low voice,
"There are hungry people among the crowd."

"You don't have to be so cautious, son of the people, they are demons, not hungry demons." The aroma of the food poured into his nose, and Duker said jokingly.

The Doom Slayers stood guard beside him, looking up at the back of the Gene Father, with admiration and admiration in their eyes.

Good guy, it turns out he is greedy.

On the battlefield, Guilliman saw the figure of his brother, Mortarion.

The Prince Regent suddenly became furious, brandishing the Emperor's Great Sword in his hand, and was about to fight to the death with the opponent.

Dukel responded quickly, and as he stepped forward, the Doomsday Slayers spontaneously gave way to a path.

Duker stood on a tall hill in the garden, looking into the distance like a proud tiger, overlooking the vast land where he had just planted the imperial flag.

"This is the path of salvation given by our Lord."

At the same time, a fighter plane exuding the smell of rice landed.

"Father, the takeaway you ordered has arrived." Suddenly Doom's voice sounded behind him.

This is a difficult war with no room for failure! .
Dukel's legions rested in place and killed batch after batch of abominable demons that invaded the Imperial Garden.

After a period of time, the plague war in the physical universe gradually came to an end.

"May your soul return to the throne."

"coming!"

He does not need to blame himself. Being able to plant the banner of the empire in God's kingdom of heaven at such a small sacrifice is already a great victory.

The Expeditionary Legion has rescued many worlds and accumulated a large amount of resources through continuous victories. Even mortal servants are treated with the highest standards of the empire. How can anyone be deprived of food?

The food of the Son of the People is not particularly expensive. Is there corruption in the army?
But then, Duker denied this speculation. There were more than a million members of the Heart Network in the fleet. Once discovered, they would be shot directly. There would be no soil for any corruption to breed.

But this only made Duker more confused. He looked at the other party, waiting for the other party's answer.

"Then please remember, Regent, make good use of your sword and armor, and rely on the strength of your father and brother, otherwise you will die."

Seeing Guilliman's persistence, the others had no choice but to get out of the way, and someone reminded him.

The regent nodded, then walked out of the gate and charged towards the enemy alone in this desolate land.

"Mortarion!"

Guilliman roared angrily, "Brother, don't you want to fight me? I'm right here!"

Mortarion also slowly appeared, with the sound of huge armored footsteps, the wings of the demon primarch were shaking, and he stared at the opponent with a pair of blind white eyes.

"Hello, brother."

The demon primarch spoke, and the eerie voice echoed across the burning land. "Don't run away from me, brother!" Guilliman sneered. "I'd hate to see you run away a second time."

In response, Mortarion smiled strangely and said, "Fulgrim killed you once. Now it's my turn. I love this job so much."

The duel between the two brothers is about to begin.

The moment their eyes met, the two people who had fought side by side thousands of years ago were left with only the pure desire to kill each other.

Mortarion swung the scythe weapon in his hand, using his length advantage to strike first. Guilliman used the Emperor's Sword to block the attack, which seemed to shatter everything.

With the roar of weapons clashing, flames and smoke collided with each other, and the highly toxic substances were burned away.

"You relied too much on unholy sorcery, Mortarion. You were never a good enough warrior."

"Your boast is too far off." The Lord of Death retorted, "You have always been an unappetizing little role model."

Mortarion spread his wings, sprinted down with the Silent Scythe in his hand, and opened a horrific wound in Guilliman's chest.

This was an ugly gash of poison, and the body of the regent was instantly thrown away.

"Idiot." Mortarion roared,
"Show me, see my power that is far superior to you. Your nature is humble and lowly compared to mine, but I am..."

Before Mortarion could finish his words, he was hit in the head by a bomb erupted from Guilliman's commanding hand. Bolts covered half of the daemon's body, and he raised his hands to protect his eyes before turning around in agony.

The Prince Regent took advantage of the situation and launched a fierce attack.

Blinded, Mortarion cleared his wet eyes and tried to fend off his brother's furious attacks.

"I thought you would use this sword to engage in sword duels, to embellish your status like the glory it symbolizes."

"There is no honor in a duel between the two of us, Mortarion!"

"Ah, you are right," said the Daemon Primarch.

Mortarion pretended to dodge the attack, then kicked out.

Guilliman was unprepared and was kicked several meters away. He fell heavily to the ground, sparks flashing from a broken power line.

"This competition is really boring. Brother, try to challenge me, but you are still not qualified after all."

Guilliman tried to stand up, but was hit by a blast of warp energy and was knocked to the ground again.

"It is disappointing to defeat you," Mortarion said.

"No matter how perfect your plan is, when it comes to this part, you will never be able to face and defeat me, ever."

Mortarion reached out and grabbed one of the many pendants—a small, dirty bottle.

"This is a gift I carefully prepared for you, a gift from Nurgle. Accept it happily, and then witness His glory."

"You will never corrupt me!" Guilliman roared.

"Then it'll kill you."

Mortarion pressed the unholy liquid into the green syringe. He bent down and injected the needle into Guilliman's neck, where Fulgrim had scarred him, and then let out a sigh of satisfaction.

In an instant, Guilliman was breathing heavily, and a wave of filth surged through his veins.

"Yeah, that's it, brother."

Mortarion laughed, and poisonous gas erupted from Guilliman's mouth. When the poisonous gas came into contact with the dead bodies on the ground, it instantly collapsed into disgusting clots, and the steel was corroded into unrecognizable shapes. Remaining traces.

"Korgath told me this plague was deadly to us all," Mortarion said. "Now I fully believe it, brother, and look what it's doing to you."

Guilliman's skin was rapidly darkening, and many parts of his body were deliquescing. The loss of flesh and blood caused the head of the original body to reveal its white and glowing skull before it completely rotted.

"Stop struggling pointlessly." Mortarion looked down at him,
"Your pain is just the beginning. If I were you, it would save time and effort. Otherwise, how should you taste it?"

"This disease is a creation of the Sea of ​​Souls. When it succeeds in killing you, your soul will be taken to Nurgle's Garden. Then it will be used as an opportunity to pull all of Ultramar into the Warp."

As Mortarion recounted this to Guilliman.

Alarms sounded on the bridge of Macragge's Glory, followed by panicked shouts.

"The Primarch has fallen!!!"

The news quickly exploded on the command deck.

"Do you feel it, brother." Mortarion's voice came out from the silence, with a sense of schadenfreude, "Do you feel the subspace?"

Guilliman roared in pain, his skin seemed to be on fire, his bones seemed to be soaked in glacial water, and his organs seemed to have been stabbed in a hundred places. He kept falling, as if falling into an endless darkness.

The pain attacked him on every level, causing every cell in his body to suffer.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Mortarion's voice murmured.

Guilliman tried to dig deep into his body, searching for the little corners that were not yet affected by pain.

Suddenly, he saw the golden double-headed eagle on his shoulder burning with flames,
"Come here, brother, come here, don't go the wrong way."

In this voice the fire guided him.

"Dulkle, brother? Where is this? I feel pain all over my body." Guilliman cried out in pain.

"I know, I know, brother, if you bear with it a little longer, you will pay back ten thousand times."

"Okay, I am the son of revenge!"

Guilliman growled in pain, and under the guidance of the fire, he came straight to a gate.

This is the door to the throne room.

"Interesting." Mortarion chuckled. He seemed to have seen this scene, "Dukele, you took him to see his father? Do you want his father to protect him now? How touching."

Still enduring the pain, Guilliman saw the door, and a voice reminded him to open it. He did so, and then his movements were distorted by terrifying golden shadows.

When the door opened, light flooded in, pure light.

Mortarion, who had been watching this scene, was breathing heavily at this moment.

(End of this chapter)