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Chapter 333 Father, First of All You Are Also Materialistic

"Numerology? Numerology! Every time I hear Mortarion talk about numerology, I feel like I've been hit by penicillin!"

When the word "Numerology" was mentioned, Kugas was like being struck by lightning, and couldn't help but complain to his father:
"He actually came to teach me what the sacred numbers are! He is simply humiliating me!"

"This must be three! This must be seven! Numerology must be a rigorous science! Even the great demons must abide by science!!"

"He is full of lies and self-deception. He thinks that a group of numbers can explain everything, explain the Supreme Heaven and the exquisite art of cultivating plagues. It seems that as long as he covers himself with this layer of numbers, he can stay away from witchcraft! He is really obsessed!"

Kugas couldn't stop spitting acid from his mouth, and his expression became more and more distorted:
"Ha! Do you know what he said? He thinks he is a serious scientist and he draws strength from science!"

"God of Plague, you know exactly what he is! He was a creature of the Warp long before he was born! And now, if you allow me to use this word to describe him, he is a complete wizard! More like a wizard than his brother Magnus!"

"At least Magnus's sorcery comes from real knowledge! Mortarion? It's all his imagination!"

Nurgle listened calmly as Korgath denounced Mortarion.
He nodded blandly, then asked, "So what do you think of numerology?"

"It's pure insanity!"

Kugas took a deep breath and said:

"Stupider than the lies of the Lord of Change, stupider than the spells of Tzeentch wizards."

".Numerology? Humph, that's exactly what it is, that's exactly what it is."

Kugas tried hard to find the right word in his mind, until seven seconds later he finally thought of the right word.
"Feudal superstition! Pure feudal superstition! You want me to believe this? I would rather have Typhons as my son!"

"But there is another person in the garden who believes in the power of numerology!" Nurgle said with a slight frown.

"Ha?" Kugas laughed out loud: "Father, forgive me, my ears may be blocked by naughty "earwax" or "otitis media"! "

"You mean to say that there are people other than Mortarion who believe in numerology?"

While laughing, Kugas looked at the chief gardener Slimukos next to him.
"Brother Slimukos, do you remember the tree that Mortarion pulled out of you last time?"

"Since we two couldn't teach Mortarion a lesson, we had no choice but to beat Typhons up."

"Now we have found a better target for revenge. Let's go find that guy who believes in numerology! Give him a good beating and make him sober up!"

The chief gardener Srimukos still had a cold expression. He silently patted the snail Maos under his butt, and without saying a word, he quickly ran into the giant mouth tree forest not far away and disappeared.

"Kugas, I don't quite agree with what you said."

Nurgle looked at Kugath with a smile and couldn't help laughing twice:
"But you are right about one thing. The man who believed in numerology did treat Typhons as his own son."

"Treat Typhons as your own son————" Kugas was about to continue laughing, but suddenly he choked as if his neck was strangled.

It lowered its head and looked at its father like a child who had made a mistake: "What do you mean?"

"Yes, I believe in the power of numerology." Nurgle laughed twice.

Kugath shrank himself even smaller, as if he had returned to his Nurgling days.

"Then I have to follow strict science too?" Kugas asked in a low voice.

Nurgle couldn't help laughing at the look on Kugath's face.
"Go and fetch Mortarion!"

"As long as you're quick enough, I'll forgive you for being late!"

Mortarion walked in the Garden of Nurgle at a frequency of seven steps per level and three levels per round. His father ordered Kugath to summon him from the Plague Star, but Kugath's face was distorted and he did not explain to Mortarion the reason for his father's summons.
Mortarion asked repeatedly, but Kugath just said that the fire in the crucible at home was still on, and then he slipped away.

This made the Pale King feel uneasy. Unknown things always made people feel uneasy, making it difficult for him to make plans.
So, before rushing to the Garden of Nurgle, Mortarion made a prophecy using numerology.

Of course, this is not the sorcery of Magnus, nor the deceitful tricks of Leman Russ, nor the prophecies with questionable psychic powers of Sanguinius or Curze.

It is a rigorous science that uses numbers, calculations and numerology to predict the future. It is a materialistic science that interprets the world with numbers.

To predict the future, Mortarion used three twenty-sided dice placed in a fourteen-sided tortoise shell and shook them as a tool for performing numerology.
Fourteen represents Mortarion and his legions, three dice represent Nurgle the Father, and the twenty-sided dice better represent all the holy numbers.

The three dice showed the numbers thirteen, nine, and seven respectively. After a simple calculation, Mortarion got the answer.

The one with the number twenty-two who protected Guilliman and Sanguinius had somehow persuaded the father to allow Guilliman and Sanguinius to obtain some benefit.
This means that the Father will most likely no longer help him intercept Guilliman and Sanguinius.
This is not good. If we let them go to the false emperor.
The leader of the Fourteenth Legion narrowed his eyes and began to think about summoning his legion.
Even if Nurgle did not intend to stop Sanguinius and Guilliman, he would not let his two brothers go.

After all, he is not a slave of Nurgle, just as he was not a slave of the False Emperor.
However, according to numerology, Magnus seems to be ready. Ahriman, who was exiled by him, seems to start serving him again. Abaddon, who was bewitched by Tzeentch, will also participate in it. Khorne's Chosen God Karn also seems to take action.

The key to everything will be the Webway. Hopefully Guilliman and Sanguinius can survive the attack from that wizard Magnus.
He had prepared another future for Guilliman and Sanguinius,
Mortarion took seven steps again, paused slightly and continued walking towards the Black Magic House.

This was the seventh minute since he had entered the Garden of Nurgle.
He counted seven numbers silently in his heart, and took seven silent steps.
The Black Demon House instantly enlarged before his eyes, and Mortarion stood in front of the heavy black door of the Black Demon House.
A soft, light glance passed over Mortarion.
Mortarion glanced in the direction of the gaze.
"Mortarion, poor child," a female voice filled with pity and sorrow sounded in Mortarion's ears.

Mortarion's eyes instantly showed anger, and he warned the woman behind the window with a vicious look.

"I'm never pitiful." He gritted his teeth and said, "Mind yourself, goddess of the Eldar."

The woman behind the window sighed painfully and disappeared behind the window of the Black Magic House.

Mortarion snorted, pushed open the heavy door of the Black Magic House, and walked into the private residence of this loving father.

The damp wind in the black magic house blew across Mortarion's face. The thick stench of decay filled the air, reminding Mortarion of the pale room where he was imprisoned by his alien adoptive father during his childhood.

"Little Mortarion, you are here."

The voice of the loving Father resounded in the void, and His voice was filled with deep joy.

Mortarion stood before the thick mountain of rotten flesh, trying his best not to let his eyes fall on the body of the triple-triplet god.

Looking directly at this being always made Mortarion's eyes ache, as if his eyes were about to become independent lives and emerge.

"You refused to stop Guilliman and Sanguinius."

Mortarion said through clenched teeth.

There was no question in his tone, but rather it sounded like he was questioning Nurgle.

Nurgle was not angry at Mortarion's tone, but asked with interest: "You know?"

"Numerology has given me direction for my future," Mortarion replied dryly.

"Numerology, numerology is such a profound and interesting subject." The kind father couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh?" Mortarion had never expected his father to say such a thing.
His expression, which was originally stiff due to anger, suddenly relaxed a lot, and then
"Can you teach me this knowledge?" Nurgle asked softly, "Teach me numerology."

Mortarion opened his mouth slightly, his face showing shock and then joy.
Mortarion then forgot all about Guilliman and Sanguinius, and a great sense of mission emerged in his mind.
How he would shame his fellow wizards, preaching numerology and materialism to a god of the Warp! How he would shame the superstitious demons!

"Dear father! You finally understand! Even you are a materialist!"

(End of this chapter)