Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 214: 21, The Regent King's absence from the battlefield is very important to the War Marshal
When the Death Guard began to call that person's name, they were sure that for a moment, the whole world withered. The whole world shook with someone's will, and then went dark.

The poisonous fog engulfed everything around him, and Hughes stood alone in the mirror of the murdered world.

The whole world was black and broken, with several places on the ground showing wounds like the wounds of a murdered person, and broken stones lying there helplessly. The fog of death rose between the cracks of the earth, and in the silence of death, the insect swarms in the Death Guards seemed to have died, no longer making any noisy and annoying sounds.

The air swirled around him, filled with the stench of poison and the sorrow of the dead. Hughes looked up and saw the bodies of the pale, slain stars, hanging askew in the equally dead sky, their light like the faint glow of a dying man.

"You are covered in shackles, my former son." Someone whispered behind me.

Hughes turned around suddenly, and through the pale death fog, he saw a giant almost three times his height standing ten steps away from him, with his arms outstretched and looking up at the sky.

The poisonous mist flowing on the man's body was like the veil of death, hiding his features. The giant's weapon was fitted to his size, and the sickle representing death danced in his palm.

"Life is not equal, child." The giant's hoarse voice rang out in this dead and silent world, becoming the only lively thing.

But the sound soon dissipated, just like the life that will eventually die, it was fleeting.

As the voice died, the giant disappeared, vanishing in the swirling dust.

"You've brought shame upon us!" Hughes roared.

What answered him was deathly silence from all directions, and the long silence was filled with unfathomable rage - he would bring death to everything, sooner or later.

The fog dissipated, revealing a dark corridor and the shocking scene behind it.

The spires on both sides of the corridor have disappeared, leaving only bare bases.

"Hughes?" someone called him. "Hughes!"

A hand touched his shoulder and Hughes turned around with a start.

The world is gradually reconstructed in his rotting eyeballs.

"What did you see?" asked the Death Guard brother.

"It's him. Maybe it's not him. I'm not sure. It's changed too much." Hughes muttered to himself, "Anyway, it's not a good thing."

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and Hughes screamed, his whole body was tortured by pain. His muscles bulged, and he could clearly feel that a rotten life chain in his body was breaking.

His eyes seemed to be dead, with parasitic worms falling out of them, and he could not see anything.

Hughes moved around in the darkness. The pain seemed to bring him superhuman strength. With a clear cracking sound, he completely broke free from the rotten and damp shackles.

"It shouldn't be like this." He turned his head blindly around, but he no longer saw his brothers.

This was the only thing he was sure of now. He slowly raised his hand and touched his eyes, but he only felt two empty holes. His breathing quickened as he realized what had happened to him.

His eyes were taken away.

"I will give you the truth and let you see the infinite reality." The command came from Hughes' consciousness, carrying the shadow of death.

"I don't." His words were interrupted by the vomit that gushed out, and he leaned over and vomited out a large ball of filth.

There emanated an indescribable stench, the smell was like dirty meat mixed with rotten dreams.

"See for yourself, my son!"

The voice came again, and the poisonous death mist boiled and exploded in Hughes' eye sockets.

Seven layers of poisonous smoke engulfed everything around him, and his sight suddenly returned like a wound in the darkness. He saw a new world, as if looking through a purifying prism.

Looking down, he saw a mass of green, maggot-infested organs. The bodies of his brothers were lying on the ground at his feet.

Seeing this scene, he did not feel any sadness in his heart, but instead felt a little secretly happy.

Just before Hughes had time to savor where this emotion came from.

The giant walked past him. This great being unabashedly leaned over and picked up the green, dead organs on the ground. His voice echoed in this world he created.

“There were times when I, too, was saddened by the withering of life, and proud of its endurance, but in death, I smelled the humanity that emanated from it—that was true freedom.”

“There will be no more tyrants and slaves, no more oppression and inequality in life. When all is quiet, the gospel will resound.”

Mortarion held out his hand, inviting Hughes.
"Go, my son." His voice echoed through the minds of the Death Guard. "Join me and perform our holy work."

"Yes, father." Hughes held the other's iron hand.

They left together, heading towards the edge of the fog of death and towards the real world.

"I'm here, Dukel." When the Lord of Death's body disappeared into the mist, he left a whisper in this world.

On the seventh day, seven hours and seven minutes after the Purifiers held their grand ceremony, accompanied by the seven chimes of the rust-green ancient bell, Mortarion's footsteps officially set foot on the dust of Vigilant Planet.

The addition of a demon primarch made the already doomed Purifier Plague Army unstoppable again.

The Purifiers sounded the clarion call for a counterattack, and under the leadership of Mortarion, they wiped out the many war gangs that besieged them in a very short time.

The poisonous fog of death expanded from then on, and both the orcs and demons on the Warning Star were swallowed up by the poisonous fog, and it approached the human fortress.

Bishop Jason led the Mortal Astra Army stationed in the fortress, looking at the cultists who died tragically in the poisonous fog. He felt no sympathy for the deaths of these traitors.

No matter what their purpose is, it is unforgivable for these people to join Chaos.

They pledged allegiance to Chaos, and now they deserved to die tragically in Chaos' internal strife.

Jason was unaware of the arrival of a demon primarch, but as he witnessed the approaching poisonous fog, an ominous premonition still emerged in his heart.

"Bishop, those orcs have all fled and are now heading towards Giant North City. Should we stop them?"

A report from the reconnaissance team came from the communication channel.

Jason looked at the fluorescent screen, which marked the orcs' route.

"No need to stop them. Orcs are good tools. They crave war, so give them war. Send a small team as bait and lead them to the cities controlled by heretics."

"The rest of you, retreat back to the fortress. Hold our line of defense for the throne." Jason gave the order on the voice channel.

But after the order was issued, the uneasiness in his heart did not subside at all, but became more intense.

His eyes were fixed on the still expanding poisonous fog, wondering what kind of monster would emerge from it.

At this time, not only him, but the expanding fog aroused everyone's vigilance.

Even in the headquarters light years away from the battlefield, countless people were closely watching this scene.

People were hurrying in the hall of the headquarters. Officials of all ranks were busy at the moment. They were carefully studying the parameters of the fog and transmitting information to the front line in real time through the virtual communication system.

In the meeting room upstairs in the hall, Dukel and Guilliman were also staring at the scene in front of them. There was no one else present at this time. Apart from the two Primarchs, the room was completely empty. Although all the seats and chairs were there, the huge meeting room seemed crowded just to accommodate the two Primarchs.

The glass of the arch reflects the stars, and they outline majestic figures against the backdrop of the sea of ​​stars.

The holographic projection before them depicted a world, opening up everything in that world to them in real time, and the two Primarchs were concentrating on it.

Guilliman's expression changed first when he saw the expanding fog in the projection.

"Duke, this is..." Anger appeared on his face. Obviously, this ominous sign reminded him of a hateful enemy.

"Mortarion." Dukel said the name of the hateful man, but the emotion he showed was completely different. He did not show any anger, but rather some disappointment.

"I didn't expect he was the only one here. I thought Perturabo would come too."

As he spoke, he stood up. His tall figure dimmed the light inside the room again. The blood-red cloak behind him rubbed against the floor of the conference room.

Dukel will go to the battlefield in person to deal with those brothers who are causing trouble for the empire.

He moved his body, the black and gold decks of the power armor scraped against each other, and from time to time the roar of a dragon could be heard from inside.

His high fighting spirit grew with his every move, and a great battle was about to begin.

He took a step forward and walked out of the conference room. Through the virtual realm passage, it would only take him a few dozen minutes to step onto the battlefield of Alert Star.

Seeing this, Guilliman immediately stood up, and the Armor of Destiny made a humming sound.

Dukel, who was walking in front, seemed to sense something. He suddenly stopped and said, "Wait, Guilliman, what are you going to do?"

he asked the Regent.

"With you, of course, brother." Guilliman's anger was clear in his voice.

A few years ago, Mortarion brought him extremely bad memories, and even now when he recalls them, the memories are still fresh.

He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and wanted to execute the traitorous brother immediately.

But when Duker heard this, he fell silent, and the corner of his eye twitched unconsciously.

——How come Old Thirteen hasn’t learned his lesson after being beaten once?
Unlike Lorgar, Mortarion has taken away some of his father's power, and things are indeed very different now.

Even Dukel couldn't be sure to what extent his power would expand.

Now the Emperor is engaged in a war with the Dark Gods, and cannot bestow his power upon Guilliman again.

Dukel still remembered the previous battle with Fulgrim. It only took a few rounds of lightning and fire before Guilliman was pierced in the neck by the poison-filled dagger, and he didn't even have time to react.

The current Mortarion should be much more powerful than Fulgrim after he ascended to demon status.

He was naturally not afraid to face Mortarion alone, but it would be different if he brought Guilliman with him.

Guilliman certainly did not consider himself weaker than Mortarion.

The Regent has a bad temper and might act rashly if he gets angry. Duker is not sure he can take good care of him.

Don't be fine when you leave, only to end up in the emergency room when you come back, that would be a lot of fun.

Looking into Guilliman's angry eyes, Dukel pondered over his words.

——How to tactfully let Guilliman stay in the headquarters without hurting his self-esteem is a difficult problem that the Warmaster urgently needs to solve before going on the expedition.

"You can't go, you have to stay here." He said slowly.

"Why?" Guilliman's anger stagnated and he asked in confusion.

"Because you are needed here, my brother." Duker's eyes shifted and looked towards the busy headquarters hall.
"Look there, Guilliman. If you leave here too, who will judge this war?"

Guilliman followed his gaze and understood what he meant.

There are too many wars in the galaxy that require the Ministry of Military Affairs to make decisions, and not all things can be decided by mortals.

He knew very well that what Duker said was true, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

But after a brief contemplation, the Regent, as the Primarch, possessed an incredibly intelligent brain and came up with a solution to this problem.

"Brother, you stay here, I will cut off the head of the one who betrayed you for you!" Guilliman said confidently.

"You" Duker was silent. He was speechless for a moment and could not find a reason to refute this best of both worlds plan.

As he was thinking quickly,

"Brother, leave it to me. I will throw the head of the betrayer before your throne." Guilliman issued a military order.
"Don't you believe me?" he asked again.

"I let you stay here because I trust you."

Dukel paused and continued, "Wars in the galaxy are complex and ever-changing. Guilliman, who among us can be the fastest and make perfect responses to every war besides you?"

"I" looked at Dukel's extremely sincere eyes and Guilliman opened his mouth.

Before he could finish his words, Duker spoke again,
"Don't doubt your abilities, my brother. Who is better at large-scale military campaigns than you?"

Duker looked at him sincerely, and then looked at the biological computers who were thinking, "Being able to handle the changing and complex battlefield situations in a short period of time, and to mobilize countless legions appropriately - I can't do such a thing."

"Duke, your evaluation of me is so excellent." The Regent murmured in the sincere voice of the Warmaster.

Among the Primarchs, there were only a few who could make him feel inferior, and Dukel happened to be one of them.

Guilliman had never imagined that his tall and brave brother would think so highly of him.

"You are so outstanding, my brother." Dukel said it sincerely, and the hypocrisy of the Second Primarch was revealed at this moment.

Of course, this may not be entirely hypocritical.

Guilliman was indeed better at handling the changing circumstances of large-scale battles, and he was the only one who could focus on information from dozens of battlefields at the same time.

Of course, this is not too important to Duker now.

It is very important for the warlord that the regent does not appear on the battlefield.

"I will not let you down." Guilliman was completely moved by Dukel's sincerity, and he made the promise very seriously.

Dukel heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)