Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 512 Mortarian vs. Typhons: Who is the Lord of the Legion!

Some of the Death Guard veterans who followed Primarch Mortalian were now somewhat dissatisfied with Typhon's attitude!
Even if you have grievances about your genetic father, it doesn't change the fact. He is the genetic father of our legion, and we are all his genetic offspring.

"What kind of father of genes is he? Is there such a thing as a father of genes? Ever since the Great Expedition, he's been an indecisive idiot."

Only Lord Typhons can lead the Death Guard. We are all followers of the Father, and it is the Father who has given us our strength!

You, Mortarion, are just a demon prince. There are many demon princes in the Legion, and even more demon princes after mortals are corrupted.

"But Lord Typhons is different; he is the chosen one of the Father." Another Death Guard soldier spoke up.

A foul stench emanated from him, and countless flies and disgusting insects swarmed around the Space Marines, but they were completely unaware, for it was merely a blessing from their loving father.

Unlike other Chaos Space Marines, the Death Guards have impeccably clean operating rooms where they can perform all sorts of Space Marine modification surgeries.

They have their own sterile laboratories, and they have even mastered the Astartes technology, which is the latest technology the Empire has acquired!

The Death Guard's legion size is the only one that can rival the Black Legion, and the reason is Lord Typhon's planning and development!

Therefore, the Chaos Space Marines who have joined the Death Guard over the past ten thousand years have an immense admiration for this true Legion Commander. As for the Primarch, sorry, we don't know who he is!
Even some veterans who had fought countless battles were now standing beside Typhon, the former company commander who was now the actual corps commander.

"It seems that ten thousand years have passed, and you have forgotten my power, forgotten the power of the Primarch, and made you think that you can fight the Primarch with some tricks." Mortarian sneered.

Having accepted his father's mission and left his life as a perpetual recluse, Mortarion returned to his legion. He originally intended to amicably subdue his genetic offspring, but these people seemed to show him no respect whatsoever.

"Stop trying to flatter yourself, Mortalian. You're nothing but trash. I used to think so, and I still think so now. If you're not happy about that, come and fight me one-on-one. I'll show you what true power is," Typhon said.

He would never have dared to say such things to the Primarch before, even though he despised the Primarch in his heart. But the Demon Prince that the Primarch became after ascending to demonhood was undoubtedly among the most powerful, without exception.

Even the Great Demon and the Great Impure One, the benevolent father, could not contend with them; it was a dimensional difference, and their combat power was simply not on the same level.

Even after the Primarch fell into darkness and became a demon prince, the power he possessed was beyond the imagination of ordinary Space Marines.

But now, more than a decade ago, another lesser Chaos God, Vashtor, invented a new modification surgery.

The great and benevolent Father obtained the wondrous monster's corpse from the Imperial Primarch Rhodes. After extracting some of its power, all the Archdemons received an upgrade.

Now they have also gained enormous power, and their strength is incomparable to what it was before.

Therefore, this is the reason why he dares to be arrogant towards the Primarch. Today, he will humiliate Mortalian in front of the entire Legion and crush this Primarch under his feet.

That's why Typhon chose to unleash his full firepower on Mortalian upon their first meeting, in order to severely damage the prestige of this Primarch.

He wanted all Legion warriors, whether they were long-time veterans or newly joined Chaos Space Marines, to understand that he was the Death Guard, the true ruler, and the true Legion Commander.

"Then come on! My former company commander, my former genetic offspring, I will kill you here."

This will make you understand that the so-called Chosen Ones are nothing but ants compared to the Primarchs.

Motalian had no intention of indulging his former company commander status. Since you want to fight and are provoking me like this, then I will kill you right here.

Moreover, this fight must have been tacitly approved by the loving father; otherwise, this wouldn't have happened.

Just as he had suspected, the merciful father Nagore was leading the other great impure beings to watch the contest from afar.

This is a battle that spans generations. Since the lesser Chaos God Vashtor upgraded his gigantification technology, the forces of Chaos have been strengthened to some extent over the past decade.

But all the Chaos Gods tacitly refrained from strengthening their own Primarchs. Why?

Because Slaanesh has gone missing, Forgrim is currently a wanderer and missing person.

Magnus, who had sided with Tzeentch, the Lord of All Changes, was even more of a traitor. It turned out that he had been an undercover agent for the Emperor all along, and had now returned to the Empire, bringing back countless records of demons and even creating a special psychic spell that could enslave demons.

As for Angron, the Blood God, he was a brainless idiot. He was more of a demon prince than a great demon of Khorne.

Therefore, the only Primarch with reason who can command the Legion in battle is Mortalian on Nurgle's side!

But to be honest, ever since the technology of gigantification was developed, coupled with the technology that the benevolent father possessed to upgrade the Great Demon, the situation has become much more complex.

They no longer value these so-called Primarchs much. The Chosen Ones are actually more worthy of the Chaos Gods' attention. Moreover, the Death Guard Legion has been developed by Typhons alone all these years, so making him the new Legion Commander is the most suitable choice.

(In fact, Nurgle had a Great Imperishable Demon under his command who was 100 meters tall. This is explained in detail in the original book. It took 900 Grey Knights and more than 2000 Space Marines to seal it away.)
“Come on! Typhons defeat Mortarion! Let me see if my investment in you has paid off,” Nurgle said.

The other Nurgle demons cheered as well; whatever the Father deems right, they deem right.

On the corrupted planet of the Deathguard, Primarch Mortalian and former Company Commander Typhons immediately took up their stances, armed with power weapons, ready for a duel.

“I will make you kowtow and admit your mistake,” Typhons said.

“I don’t need you to kowtow and admit your mistakes. I will cut off your head. No one can humiliate a Primarch,” Mortarian said with a cold snort.

"Hahaha! The era of the Primarch is long gone, you outdated piece of trash." Typhons uttered the most sarcastic remarks.

The putrid swamp of the Fallen Planet Plague Temple churned beneath their feet, and a murky, poisonous fog enveloped the entire dueling arena.

The Chaos Space Marines of the Deathguard formed a circle, some silent, some snickering, and some standing unabashedly behind Typhons, staring at Mortalian with malicious eyes.

The buzzing of the fly demons echoed in the air, like a blasphemous hymn of a benevolent father. Mortarian slowly raised his scythe, "Silence," pus dripping from the decaying metal, his voice low and cold:
"Typhons, you have betrayed not only me, but the entire legion."

Typhons laughed, maggots spewing from his rotting throat: "Betrayal? No, I've just seen the reality—you're nothing but a coward, hiding in the eyes of fear for ten thousand years."

They don't even dare lead their own legion! But I, Typhons, am the one who truly led the Death Guard to prosperity!

He held aloft the plague scythe "Teardrop," and the skull at the tip of the power scythe spewed out highly toxic miasma, distorting the surrounding air due to corrosion.

This is a blessing from the Great Father; his powered scythe is no less powerful than the Primarch's Silent Scythe.

"Now, let me prove it—the Chosen One is stronger than the Primarch!"

Without a word, Mortarian unleashed a burst of speed imperceptible to the naked eye, his power scythe drawing a ghastly green arc as it aimed straight for Typhon's head!

Typhons was prepared. He blocked with the Death Scythe Tear. The moment the two weapons collided, a deafening roar erupted, and the shockwave knocked over dozens of Death Guard warriors in the vicinity!
"Is that all the strength you have?" Typhons sneered, suddenly exerting his strength and forcing Mortarian back several steps!

The Legion warriors gasped in surprise—Typhons had actually overpowered the Primarch!
Mortarian's eyes darkened; he sensed something was wrong: "Your power... is not right."

When did his company commander become able to compete with him in a contest of strength, and even surpass him?

In the past, when dealing with Space Marines, the Primarch possessed overwhelming power, as easily as an adult dealing with an infant.

But now this baby actually possesses power equal to his own, which made Mortarion feel that something was wrong.

Typhons laughed wildly: "My benevolent father has granted me new power!" His body began to swell, his armor cracked, and his flesh grew. In the blink of an eye, his size tripled, and he became a plague behemoth sixty meters tall!
"Gigantification technology, Mortarion, this is why you've been eliminated!"

The gigantic Typhon wielded his scythe, each strike carrying devastating power. Mortarion was forced to dodge, and his arm even went numb from the impact when he parried with the scythe!

"What's wrong, Mortarion? Where is your arrogance? Where is your Primarch's power and pride?"

Typhons roared and slammed his fist down, causing the ground to collapse instantly and venom to spray out!
Mortarion was thrown back by the shockwave and crashed into the ruins of a decaying fortress. The gigantic Typhon displayed overwhelming power.

The legionary warriors began to cheer: "Lord Typhons! Lord Typhons!"

"The Primarch is nothing special!"

"Death Guard doesn't need a cowardly Genesis father!"

Mortarian slowly rose from the ruins, his armor tattered, but his eyes even colder.

"You think... this is enough to defeat a Primarch?" He took a deep breath, and the warp essence within him began to boil.

"Typhons, you've forgotten—I am no longer a mortal!" In an instant, Mortarion's body began to swell, his decaying wings unfurled, and plague energy surrounded his entire body. His size rapidly increased, eventually transforming him into a demon prince several meters tall!
In terms of size, they look somewhat comical; one is a terrifying behemoth sixty meters tall, while the other is just a winged demon prince a dozen meters tall.

Seeing that he was still a bit too small in size, Mortarion began to frantically circulate his warp energy, absorbing the surrounding plague and corrosive aura. With the support of the powerful warp energy, Mortarion's height began to change, gradually transforming him into a terrifying demon over 30 meters tall with huge, rotting fleshy wings.

This was his limit. He used subspace energy to grow to enormous size. This body was not substantial, but rather composed of subspace energy.

The putrid swamp boiled beneath Mortarian's feet, and a swirling, murky mist formed around him.

He gazed at Typhon, which was as massive as a mountain, its decaying fleshy wings slowly unfurling.

“Typhons, you have forgotten a truth—” Mortalian’s voice was like the wailing of a million dead souls.

"The Primarch has never relied solely on size to win. Don't think that transforming into a behemoth will give you the power to fight me."

Typhons let out a deafening laugh, slamming his rotting fist into the ground: "Then let me see what you've got, you old geezer!"

Mortarion vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Typhons the next second, the Silent Scythe drawing a ghastly green arc of death.

The scythe cut deep into Typhon's decaying spine, and pus and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

"Just this minor injury?" Typhons grinned maliciously as he turned, the wound healing at a visible speed. "My benevolent father granted me immortality!"

He swung the "Teardrop," and the massive scythe unleashed a storm of blood and gore. Mortarion dodged swiftly, but was still struck by the aftershocks, his breastplate corroded with grotesque cracks.

Mortarion spread his rotting wings, and countless flies poured out from the gaps in his armor, transforming into a plague storm that blotted out the sky.

"You've forgotten who the plague is! I am the plague."

The swarm of flies burrowed into Typhon's rotting flesh, gnawing, multiplying, and spreading, causing Typhon's enormous body to begin to disintegrate from the inside.

But he let out an even more maniacal laugh: "It's no use! Every inch of my flesh and blood contains the blessing of the Father!" Suddenly, his body emitted a terrifying suction force, and thousands of plague demon flies were instantly sucked into his body, making him even stronger.

"You are the embodiment of plague, you are merely a demon prince, while I am the chosen one," Typhons raised his scythe, delivering a fatal blow to his former father of genes.

The incredibly fierce blow slashed Mortarion back from his gigantic form to his demon prince form, shattering the Primarch's last shred of pride.

“No, this is impossible, Father! Save me!” Mortarian roared in disbelief as he knelt on the ground.

He actually lost! He actually lost to his own genetic offspring!

(End of this chapter)