Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 513 The Father's Great Plan

Mortarion was in a terrible state; his entire lower body had been shattered, and his wings were also completely torn apart.
If he weren't a demon prince, and a demon prince transformed from the Primarch, he would already be dead. At this moment, the demon Primarch even set aside his pride and cried out for help to the great and benevolent Father Nurgle.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue for the veteran Deathguards.

Although Typhons had been leading the Death Guard Legion and guiding them, the only true commander in the hearts of these millennia-old veterans was still the Primarch, the former Father of Genesis, Mortalian.

But now, this father of genetics has become so miserable that he has been defeated in a head-on battle by his former company commander, Typhons!

"Did you see that? Did you all see that? The Primarch's era is over. I won. I defeated him. I defeated this coward, this despicable scoundrel." Typhons returned to his normal human size and raised the giant scythe in his hand.

He let out an excited roar. At this moment, he fulfilled his ambition of ten thousand years. Ever since he joined Mortalian's legion, he had always looked down on this Primarch and despised him from the bottom of his heart.

At Irebas's urging, he tricked his former Primarch, causing him to fall into Nurgle's arms.

He intended to humiliate the other party and gain a higher position than the original, but the Chaos God valued the original exceptionally highly.

For ten thousand years, Mortarion simply stayed in the Eye of Fear, completely ignoring the Legion's affairs. He was the one who managed the Legion, but even so, he was still the genetic father of everyone.

It wasn't until Abaddon brought about change that Abaddon broke with his Gene Father and, after upgrading the Demon Chaos Primarch, obtained his own Gene Seed, enabling him to cultivate his own Astartes Legion. The Black Legion officially broke away from Horus.

Abaddon's success greatly encouraged and boosted his confidence, coupled with the giantification surgery of the Chaos minor god Vashtor and the blessing of Merciful Nurgle.

And now there's this challenge. Anyway, if he fails, he'll just be killed. He will never submit to this Primarch, this coward!

"Typhons! Typhons!"

"Death Guard, the true Legion Commander!"

"I extend my highest respect to you!"

Unlike the veterans who had fought countless battles, a large number of Death Guard recruits raised their weapons, their bloated bodies emitting an endless stench and plague.

These warriors, blessed by Nurgle, roared with earth-shattering force, and today they witnessed history, witnessed the decline of the Primarch.

Lying on the ground, Motarian felt a wave of sorrow. He longed for a home, a real home. He had thought that by joining forces with Natto, he could get what he wanted, but chaos reigned!

Hahaha! Everything, everything, is nothing but a mirage, this hideous appearance, this corpse-like shell!
"Great Father, save me, great Father!" Mortarian murmured, stretching out his hands.

He didn't want to die, so he begged his loving father for help. His loving father was merciful, and as long as he begged for help, nothing would happen.

A green light enveloped Mortarian's body, rapidly healing his injuries. Moments later, Mortarian reappeared before everyone completely unharmed.

However, at this moment, all the Death Guard members no longer acknowledged this Primarch.

"Don't be so smug, Typhons. You've only defeated a piece of trash from an old era!" The fatherly, authoritative voice came from afar, reaching the ears of every Chaos Space Marine.

"Great Father, great God of life, you are the most benevolent being in the universe."

I will prove my worth to you. I will prove to you that I am 1 times better than that piece of trash. I will lead the Death Guard.

"I will lead an endless horde! To sweep away all your enemies, and I will take back your beloved bride, I promise you!" Typhon roared, pounding his fat, bloated, festering, and rotting body.

As long as he possesses the ability to grow to enormous size bestowed upon him by his great and loving father, he is confident that he can defeat all enemies.

The empire only gained a temporary advantage by relying on its ability to grow to enormous size, but this advantage will soon disappear.

"The giantification surgery invented by Vashtor is just a modified version. You are still some distance from the true Primarchs of the Empire. They possess a power called the Cosmic Beast."

"This is a power that even I can't crack. It comes from principles of the real universe, similar to the power of a Celestial God. It's the bane of the Warp, and also an absolute insulator of the Warp," Nurgle said. He couldn't wait to take revenge on the Emperor of Man. This time, he was going to teach that big golden guy a lesson.

How dare you steal my most beloved toy, Elsa! You stole my little darling!
“Great Father, if you would grant me this immense power, if you would bestow a blessing upon me, I will surely surpass Typhons.” Mortalian, who had fully regained his mobility, stood up and spoke.

We absolutely cannot let this bastard trample on us. No matter what, the dignity of the Primarch must be defended.

Therefore, Mortarion made a decision: he too would obtain this power. It is said that the Loyalist Primarchs have already gained the power to grow larger and have been upgraded. Now, his old Primarch is no longer even considered among the top combat forces in the universe.

Since the great Chaos God could bless his former company commander, granting him power surpassing his own, then if he, the Primarch, were to obtain this power, he would surely become even stronger.

Upon hearing this, Typhons, who was standing to the side pledging his loyalty to Nago, turned grim!
That bastard! How dare he, how dare he!
"Motalian, I can give you this blessing, but what merit have you rendered?"

You are different from Typhon. Typhon has been praising me for ten thousand years, spreading my great gospel throughout the real universe, and sharing my great blessings with lovely mankind.

And you, my child, you just huddle in that corner, crying and longing for home all day long. You are not the genetic prototype I have my eye on.

So if you want this blessing, if you want this power, then go and kill the new Primarch of the Empire!
I've heard that two Primarchs are launching an expedition, one named Rhodes and the other Elena.

They fused with that special cosmic beast to become the original genetic material.

“Go and kill those two, then bring me their cosmic monster, and I will bless you,” Nurgle said.

“Great Father, I can also complete these tasks. Please entrust these tasks to me, and I promise to bring that thing called the Cosmic Beast to you.” Typhons immediately knelt on the ground and said.

“Oh! My child, I have another important task for you. You are very powerful, and I hope you can attack Holy Terra and take back my lovely bride,” Nurgle said.

Upon hearing this, Typhon's arrogant expression immediately froze, even turning slightly green, despite his face remaining green throughout.

Are you kidding me?! Great Father, are you sure you want me to attack Holy Terra?!
Is that place something I can attack? Hmm, last time, even with the four of you big shots attacking together, and even with countless Khorne demons, you still couldn't do anything to Holy Terra!
What exactly makes you think I'm capable of this task?
Not to mention Typhons, even Mortalian was speechless. Was Holy Terra such an easy place to conquer?
Horus once marched to the doorstep of Holy Terra, and what happened? He was cleaved in two by the Emperor.

“I will send my entire race to support you. All the demon princes and the great demons will obey your command and attack with you,” Nurgle said.

After more than a decade of preparation, he has upgraded all the Archmages and Demon Princes. Now, those Primarchs that can grow to gigantic size can no longer beat up his Archmages and Demon Princes like children.

It should be noted that other evil god forces could only rely on the technology invented by Vashtor, but after he obtained that plague monster...

It possesses the ability to grow to enormous size independently, but currently this technology is only available to its own Great Demon and the Demon Prince.

With our current strength, we are confident that we can conquer Holy Terra.

“Great Father, if you want to attack Holy Terra, you must first open up the solar system. Otherwise, it will be in vain. I propose to first dismantle the Primarchs that the Emperor sent out to fight. What do you think?” Typhons said.

Although I admire the great and benevolent Father, my attacking Holy Terra is still too outrageous!
How about I get a lighter task?

"So which Primarch do you intend to deal with? The Emperor currently has several Primarchs fighting abroad," Nurgle asked.

First, reveal the identity of the Emperor's Primarch. If he could capture one alive, that would be even better. He could then use the captured Primarch to trade with the Emperor for his Elsa.

“Great Father, I will offer you Guilliman’s head, and I will go to conquer the world of Alteramar 500.” After a moment of thought, Typhons decided on his goal.

The Guillimans are currently in Holy Terra, not in Ultramar, so attacking Ultramar 500 and luring the Guillimans there is the best option.

“Okay! Let’s do it this way! You split into two groups. Mortarian, you deal with Rhodes and Elena, and Typhons, you deal with Guilliman.”

Whoever completes the task first will receive a tremendous reward.

(End of this chapter)