Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 201 Let's go back to Nagle Garden and have something light.
Endurance.

The flagship of Deathguard.

Since leaving Philus, the ship has been drifting in the warp.

Mortalian did indeed leave with his fleet in a fit of pique, but it seems he didn't get very far before encountering an even bigger problem.

Soon, they were trapped in the increasingly turbulent warp storm.

The once bright starlight vanished completely into this world churning with endless colorful mist, leaving them only to wait for a brief period of observable time when the storm subsided.

During this period when they were trapped in the warp, Mortalian rarely paid attention to the Legion's movements.

Overwhelmed with grief, he locked himself in his room, attempting to recreate the delicacies he had once tasted from Aqua.

Mortalian attempted to replicate Aqua's previous method one-to-one using the precision of his Primarch—Mortalian was very confident in his results: he believed he could perfectly follow Aqua's steps, timing, and dosage to complete the cooking process without the slightest error!
"Oh!"

With a loud explosion that shouldn't have come from the oven, his imitation of cooking was perfectly completed—not only were all the previous stages exactly the same as Aqua's records, but even the volume of the final explosion was exactly the same!
Excitedly, I opened the oven, which was billowing thick black smoke, and pulled out a baking tray riddled with holes.
On that plate, there seemed to be several shimmering, colorful cookies scattered like stars.

Wow!
Motalian was somewhat excited.

Although it seems to be somewhat different from Aqua's masterpiece
But—it's already very far away from people.

With a trembling heart, Mortalian carefully removed his respirator, twisted the cookie off the tray, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

Mortalian: "."

"No."

After silently chewing for half a minute, he finally sighed and said.

Although it is far removed from humankind, if he had never tasted this flavor, he would have jumped for joy.

But Mortalian is now someone who has tasted Aqua's delicacies.

There's no going back, not even for the taste buds.

It doesn't have the right feel.

It is a kind of wonderful change created by unintentional additions or whimsical ideas that allows her works to instantly produce a variety of unimaginable complex flavors and aesthetics.

But what Mortalian has created so far is still too "dead".

It's too rigid and inflexible, and the taste is extremely stiff, completely lacking the lively flavor variations that Aqua makes!

It may sound like there's not much difference, but to his taste buds, that slight difference is enough to instantly elevate the entire meal, achieving a strange dynamic balance!
What Mortalian made was completely inferior to what the other made!

But she died.

Although it was hard to admit, it was clear that the dead could not be brought back to life, and Mortalian would never taste that wonderful flavor again.

"My lord, I have something to report to you."

"Perhaps seeing that Mortalian had finally finished his intensive cooking," Typhon said, standing at his door.

After entering the warp, Mortalian devoted himself to figuring out how to successfully replicate Aqua's deliciousness.

As for the internal affairs of the Legion, Mortalian entrusted them to the Legion's commander, who was also his most trusted deputy, Company Commander Typhon.

"Tell me what's going on."

“It’s all the navigators,” Typhon continued. “According to the information I’ve just received, all the navigators in our fleet have been strangely contaminated.”

"It's not because the subspace storm is too violent, but because their souls are corrupted and they are unable to complete the observation."

“Not only could we not observe the subtle changes in the subspace, but this contamination could also spread to other members, so I executed them.”

Company Commander Typhon acted first and reported later.

"what?!"

"Are you insane, Typhon?!" Mortalian lunged forward, grabbing Typhon's chest armor plate in a rage. "All the navigators are dead! How are we supposed to get out of here?!"

Without a navigator, who can lead the fleet out of subspace?
Now that all the navigators are dead, are they destined to drift in this bizarre space for the rest of their lives?
"Yes."

Typhon showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, he smiled as he looked at the furious Mortalian.

"Summon the high-ranking officers of the Death Guard and have them come to the main bridge to see me."

Seeing this turn of events, Mortalian sensed something was wrong, but he remained calm and directed the entire fleet through the communication array to prevent them from panicking.

"Death Guard! Take this idiot away! Lock him in a cell and I'll interrogate him personally after the meeting."

He couldn't figure it out.

Typhon, who was originally a normal person and was able to manage all the affairs of the Legion in an orderly manner, why did he suddenly go crazy today and want to kill all the navigators?

Despite his foolish act that could have wiped out the entire legion, Mortalian, who was very fond of him, still did not kill him on the spot.

After all, he is Typhon.

However, now that they have lost their navigator, their situation is dangerous—in this isolated subspace, no one can help them.

Their only hope is that the Star Speakers can relay their situation and coordinates, allowing them to await rescue from other fleets.

"No! No, Mortalian, there's no need for that."

Typhon retorted.

"You will soon be embraced by the great and loving Father."

"What?! What's wrong with you, Typhon?"

Mortalian warily raised the giant scythe he called "Annihilation" in his hand.

Since today, Typhon has been acting strangely, as if possessed by something.

"What corrupted you? Those warp creatures? Or that benevolent father you speak of?"

Mortalian frowned.

I am clearly the genetic father of Death Guard; he should call me Father!
"pollute.?"

"Motalian, don't you know what you've done to your legions?"

Typhon said righteously.

And seemingly to verify the correctness of his statement, a large portion of the Death Guards who gathered with the signal sided with Typhon.

There were far more Death Guards than the Primarch Mortalian stood behind him.

Moreover, it seems they are genuinely glaring angrily at the Primarch.

If the story follows the original plot, after successfully luring Mortalian into the Warp, Typhon, who had already secretly converted to Nurgle, could then spread Nurgle's evil magic within the Legion—releasing plague gas and Nurgle sores that even the most resilient Deathguards could not tolerate.

Within this warp realm completely controlled by Nurgle, the enemy has ample time to make Mortalian watch his offspring suffer a fate worse than death, while he is powerless to help them.

Unless he chooses to join Nurgle and accepts the blessing from the plague god,
But now, Typhon doesn't need to unleash any Nurgle plague.

Because the Death Guard is already worse than death.

"What...what do you mean by this?"

"Motalian! Your atrocities in the Legion will end today!"

As a Death Guardian, Mortalian would feed them Aqua Duna's food equally, under the pretext of training their resilience!
In Nagle, all you need to do is eat Shi!
But if you're here, under Mortalian's command, you'll have to eat things that are worse than history with him!

God!

Under such unbearable torment, many Death Guard brothers obtained Nurgle's blessing from Typhon through secret warrior societies.

Only this kind of subspace magic can alleviate their suffering.

Let's go back to Nagou and eat something light.

Because Nurgle's blessing had such a great effect on people's resistance to food, this belief in the evil god had long since infiltrated the entire Legion.

As discontent with Primarch Mortalian spread, it gradually reached almost all Death Guards.

They thought that after the meeting, Aqua would leave with the Primarch fleet of the Iron Hand, and they would finally no longer have to try things that were far beyond human taste—but Primarch Mortalian seemed completely unaware that what the other party had made was wrong. Not only did he not stay away, but he even took the initiative to invite them to join the Deathguard Legion!
This terrified everyone who was holding their ground.

The torment they endured in such a short time was already unbearable for many of the Death Guard's combat brothers. What if Aqua were to follow the Death Guard legion forever?
!

The consequences are simply unimaginable!
Rather than suffer in this Deathguard camp, I'd rather go back to Nurgle and have something light!
They had all breathed a sigh of relief when they learned of Aqua's death in battle.

Thank goodness I died.

Otherwise, if their legion really came, they would be the ones to die.

But Mortalian not only did not give up his idea of ​​making sure the entire legion ate Aqua's meal because of Aqua's death, he became even more paranoid and insane!
Through continuous experiments and attempts, he gradually moved further and further away from humanity and closer and closer to Aqua!
Even with a lower concentration, Mortalian's remixed recipe can still make you wish you were dead!
"Brother, we, we cannot allow your madness to continue!"

As the Death Guardian, it seems we have no choice but to defeat you, really.

Typhon shouted righteously and sternly.

At this point, he does seem to be in the more reasonable position.

"Now, either accept the blessings of our great and loving Father like we do, or..."

"No, Mortalian, you have no other option."

The beings from the highest heavens were watching all of this with delight.

Although the trope of a loving father and filial son is somewhat clichéd, it's something He never tires of watching.

Now that the entire fleet has been dragged into His domain, corrupting Mortalian will not be difficult.
"You traitors!"

Enraged, Mortalian was astonished that so many of his sons had chosen to betray him. With a swift motion, he swung his scythe at Typhon, the leader of the group.

He simply couldn't accept that his own legion would choose to betray him.

It's not just betrayal, it's a betrayal that firmly stands on Typhon's side!

Is his prestige within the legion really less than that of his company commander, Typhon?
His doubts exploded in his mind, but still no one could answer them.

As Mortalian swung his giant scythe, Typhon's body instantly exploded, as if a filthy boil had been punctured. After the explosion sprayed thick green pus in all directions of the warship, their bodies completely shattered and liquefied.

Where he was before the explosion, only a swarm of mosquitoes and flies remained, outlining his silhouette.

Typhon transformed into a swarm of putrid flies, which, under the Primarch's bewildered gaze, reformed into Typhon's appearance. But Mortalian could sense that he was no longer the Typhon of the past.

The Primarch's wrath continues.

With each swing of his giant scythe, he could completely sever the bodies of dozens of traitorous death guards.

But seemingly to make him feel utter despair, under Nurgle's blessing, those whose bodies were severed did not die. Instead, every inch of flesh and blood in their bodies—no, it should be rotting flesh—would turn into countless pieces that stuck to every corner.

It continued to grow and thrive on the walls and floors of the Resilience's cabins.

Until the entire ship had transformed into a terrifying, living monster.

It was not only devouring him, but also devouring every Death Guard here who remained loyal to Mortalian.

As the plague and sores gnawed at him, those who remained on Mortalian's side, lacking the filter of perception and still able to feel pain, cried out in agony and despair, causing Mortalian even greater heartache.

"What kind of monsters have you all turned into?"

Motalian did not give up.

Or rather, he doesn't yet.

Am I destined to become such a hideous form? No, that's too terrifying.

But if it could save those suffering offspring...

But he had begun to waver.

This is the moment!
In the instant that Mortalian was lost and confused, a massive blessing from Nurgle was instantly bestowed upon him!

Originally, Nurgle planned to have enough time and power to corrupt Mortalian completely.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen this time.

Because the Dark Gods had to maintain the warp storms, continuously deploy troops in the Webpath Wars, consider the candidate for the Four Gods' Blessed One who would eventually stand against the Emperor, and especially because enticing Horus and the angels required the combined efforts of the Dark Gods.
Nurgle's power was extremely dispersed, so even though Mortarion was the Primarch He had always wanted, He now had to forcibly bestow the Blessing upon him, directly completing his ascension—

hiss.
But things don't seem to be going in the direction Nurgle expected.

Even with His own intervention, everything about Mortalian remained unaffected by this almost irresistible power.

It is a body that has been tempered by even greater power and more potent toxins, a so-called blessing of filth. Through this long-term and massive continuous intake, it has already developed an extremely terrifying antibody ability.

Mortalian's body had long been immune to all of the Nurgle poison through long-term training!
He's not even afraid of Aqua's food, so why would he be afraid of your poison, Nege?

"This"

This is really embarrassing.

Nurgle doesn't have the time or the extra power to unleash another blessing of this scale.

The situation is urgent. Before the cursed ones officially transform into the Lord of Darkness, they must be constantly vigilant and not misuse their blessing powers.

Mortalian seems to have truly defeated Nurgle through training?
“Great Father! Abandon him, I will lead the Death Guard as its true commander!” Typhon, now known as Typhons, shouted to the sky. “I will prove my ability to you; in my hands, the Death Guard will prosper!”

"We will spread your blessings to every corner of the universe. There's no need to waste any more power on this pathetic fellow, my lord!"

Typhon's proposal seems
Mortalian may be a nice collectible, but the entire Deathguard Legion is what Nurgle desires most.

It would be best to get Mortalian, but if that's not possible...
Having a true legion commander like Typhon is already quite good.

"you!"

What are you even talking about?

Mortalian struggled to his feet, staring at Typhon with disbelief.

After receiving the blessing of Nurgle's initiation, he temporarily lost his fighting ability.

Typhons looked at his Primarch with a solemn expression.

The reason they can kill Mortalians so easily now is because of the blessing of the Father.

If the great and merciful Father were to divert his attention, without his blessing, they would simply be annihilated by the enraged Mortalian.

Now, Mortalian is someone you can neither persuade nor defeat.
There's no point keeping it.

What a good-for-nothing!

Frustrated and disappointed, Typhon chose a third option, aside from killing and persuading Typhon to surrender.

"get out!"

Snapped!
As the true commander of the Death Guard spoke, the hatch behind him opened like a living sphincter, and the Mortalian was swept out of the ship in the next instant.

— He was kicked out of the subspace.

As the champion warrior of the Deathguard, Mortalian's combat power is arguably the strongest among the many Space Marine captains, but even his personal strength cannot defy the power of the world's laws.

The Fourteenth Legion of the Great Expedition, the Death Guard, under the leadership of Legion Commander Typhons, has mutinied and withdrawn from the Great Expedition today.

As for Primarch Mortalian, he was lost in the Warp.

—It's not that they betrayed us, it's that nobody wanted them.

The Sighnas Galaxy.

"An angel?! Saint Gilles!"

Kasgar kept calling out the Primarch's name on the planet.

Not long ago, the Primarch was on the planet's surface, vanishing from the world the instant he killed the bloodthirsty madman, Kabanhar.

Although the Blood Angels desperately wanted to abandon everything and search the world for their mother, another demon, the Great Guardian [Twisted One Keris], was teleporting onto their flagship, the Red Tear, and wreaking havoc. They had to return to defend the flagship.

Thus, only a small number of people were assigned to search for clues about the angels on the planet's surface, while the majority of the Blood Angels returned to defend the flagship and fought a final battle against that damned demon.

This includes the Imperial Sons fleet that rushed to the rescue.

Fugrim had just led the Emperor's elite troops on a shuttle to the Red Tear to kill the Great Guardian Demon.

A being of the Archdemon level is indeed only capable of being killed by elite Space Marines and Primarchs like Ladoron.

Meanwhile, Casca led another Imperial Prince squad to the planet's surface in search of the angels.

"Follow my flames."

As Kasgar spoke, tiny golden flames ignited in his eyes and on his right hand.

With demons flying everywhere, the Nicaea ban is now as useless as toilet paper.

Saint Gilles couldn't have simply vanished into thin air; she must have been in the midst of battle, especially when she was dragged into a strange space the moment she killed Cabanha.

"Where!"

Not far from where the angel disappeared, the flame in Casca's hand sensed that unusual fluctuation.

Bear!
Flames swept across, burning away everything that covered and concealed its power, causing the gray-black void to swirl and contract. In the center of the field of vision, a star seemed to twinkle, and as its starlight bloomed, a warp portal unfolded.

Kasgar could sense that this portal was connected to the Primarch Sangilius, whom she was currently searching for.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a strong aura of the Four Gods.

"You all wait outside first. If Fugrim arrives, tell her not to rush in. I can handle it."

It exudes an extremely dense chaotic aura. Unless one is protected by flames like Kaska, or an extremely determined person like an angel, one's mind will be twisted and destroyed the moment one enters.

Inside the portal, darkness reigned.

Only one thing exists.

That is--

Casca could hardly believe his eyes.

A butt?

To be precise, it was the lower half of the body that was stuck in a subspace rift.

It was covered by a complete and heavy golden armor skirt, while the golden boots below were still struggling and kicking haphazardly in the other half of the warp rift.

She seems to be stuck?
And this skirt armor inlaid with rubies and gleaming gold armor, along with those familiar gleaming gold combat boots...
"Saint-Gilles?"

"Casca? Is that you? I'm in a strange situation right now, can you help me?"

Saint Gilles spoke in a tone that was different from his usual gentle, hesitant manner.

Brother—in the law, I am Stark!

"Wait, I'm coming to help—"

Cass quickened his pace and stepped forward, but just then, a strange phenomenon occurred in the portal behind him.

The portal was expanding. Countless shadows appeared within the light, and unclean shapes entered it along the ethereal light, where they would soon gain bodies that could walk in the real world.

That was a figure that Casca was extremely familiar with.

Kabanha.

Of course, it's that one again.

The previous enticements and feigned defeat were merely traps to lure Saint Gilles into the Four Gods Space; it was not actually killed on the spot.

He looked at Saint Gilles, who was stuck halfway in the wall, with a greedy look that should never have been given to a demon like Khorne.

"Hehe. Angel, it seems your condition is indeed quite bad?"

"Would you like me to help you out?"

He roared with laughter.

Casgar: "."

—Kabanha, are you really a bloodthirsty maniac?

(End of this chapter)