Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Abaddon's disdain was almost overflowing.

There was never any friendship between the Steel Lord Peturabo and Abaddon.

Peturabo looks down on the Black Legion.

In his eyes, Abaddon was merely a loser who inherited Horus's legacy but lacked Horus's abilities.

Each Black Expedition was nothing more than throwing troops into the Imperial defenses, exchanging casualties for a few insignificant gains.

Abaddon also disliked Peturabo.

An old man who confines himself to the demon world, repeatedly dwelling on failures from tens of thousands of years ago, and constantly claiming that others don't understand siege warfare.

…………

However, Abaddon soon discovered that there was something extra on the surface of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress.

Initially, fleet observers thought it was just some kind of newly emerged Blackstone weapon.

A platform hundreds of meters high slowly rises from the outer shell of the fortress, with the black stone structures interlocking and the bottom connected to the entire fortress.

A huge black stone pillar stands in the middle of the platform, and a person is tied to the black stone pillar.

The distance was too great; ordinary optical equipment could only make out a pale human silhouette.

But that outline is too big.

Several thick black stone chains passed through the giant's shoulders, waist, abdomen, and limbs, pinning him firmly to the stone pillar.

The observers changed the identification method seven times in a row.

The recognition results kept refreshing, and each time it was the same name.

【Motalian】

Death Guard Primarch

Primarch of Nurgle

"Investigate again."

Observers re-compared images from the Vigilant Star campaign, the Plague Wars, and the Deathguard's interior.

They also retrieved old records from the Mortalian Silence.

The result remained unchanged.

That's Mortarion!!!

The long-lost Lord of Death is being hung on the surface of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress by Lord Lawson like a piece of cured meat waiting to be dried.

Abaddon watched for a long time, then suddenly sneered: "Perturabo may not need to rush his appearance."

The adjutant standing next to him hadn't reacted yet.

Abaddon looked into the depths of the Eye of Fear, into the green shadows belonging to plague and corruption.

The news couldn't be stopped anymore.

The Seventh Blackrock Fortress was not intended to be hidden at all.

The platform was erected high enough to face the Chaos Fleet directly, and was surrounded by a high-powered lighting array.

The stark white light shone on Mortarion from different directions, illuminating his pale, swollen skin, tattered wings, and black stone chains.

This is a public display, and also a public humiliation.

Abaddon could even imagine why Lawson chose to expose Mortarian now.

If Nurgle's Legion doesn't come to the rescue, the Death Guard will become a laughingstock throughout the Eye of Terror.

If they are to attempt a rescue, they must directly confront the defensive line comprised of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress, the Battle Moon, and the Imperial Dark Side Fleet.

"That bastard..."

Abaddon muttered a curse under his breath, but the adjutant didn't hear it.

Just then, the communication array of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress was activated, and a powerful signal burst into the Chaos Fleet's public channel without any attempt to conceal it.

Er Gou raised his hand and patted the side of his helmet.

Can you hear me?

"Those rotten bastards in the eyes of fear, they can barely breathe."

The communication array of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress simultaneously occupied hundreds of public channels in the vicinity.

In addition to a wide-area voice signal covering the battlefield, a set of compressed real-time images was forcibly crammed into the tactical data links of the various Chaos Fleets.

On the flagship of the Black Legion, the communication screen first flashed with large amounts of static.

The machine servant responsible for analyzing the signal convulsed continuously, and white smoke billowed from the data interface behind the skull.

A few seconds later, the chaotic color blocks were finally pieced together to form a clear image.

The footage shows Mortarian's horrific condition and the hoarse, gasping sound of a broken respirator.

ho-

ho-

Around him, Er Gou, San Gou, and several Ao-branded guards stood in a circle, carrying weapons.

Titus was among them.

He survived a near-fatal injury and subsequently successfully completed the Skyforged Space Marine transformation.

He is now much larger than before, and his armor has been replaced with a newly adapted Skyforged model.

Titus stood at the edge of the platform, glanced at Mortalian, and then looked at Er Gou, who was in charge of broadcasting the announcement.

What are you going to say?

Just a few words.

Er Gou shouldered his weapon, walked to Mortalian's feet, and patted the pale body twice.

Snapped!Snapped!

“Nurgle’s grandsons, open your eyes wide.”

"Look who this is."

He grabbed Mortarion's tattered cloak and yanked it outwards.

"Your father is alive, but he's a bit weak right now."

Aoqi added from the side, "The main problem is that Blackrock Fortress doesn't let him eat shit and drink pus, so he's not used to the food."

Titus's eye twitched slightly.

Er Gou continued shouting into the video recorder, "I heard you've been looking for him everywhere? No need to look anymore, he's right here with us."

"I ventilate the room every day and get regular sun exposure, and I'm in great health."

Mortarian lowered his head.

The tattered hood obscured his face.

The black stone chains made a heavy grinding sound as the body struggled slightly.

Click...

Click...

Every Chaos warship besieging the Seventh Blackrock Fortress can see his image on the communication screen.

A demonic Primarch is being publicly displayed as trophy by several Terminators on the surface of an Imperial fortress.

Er Gou walked to the empty black stone pillar next to him and patted it.

"See? We've saved you all the seats."

"If you want to save your father, bring all the operational fleets you can, including Death Guards, Plague Ships, and Plague Surgeons—don't leave any out."

"And those things in the garden with big bellies."

"Don't they all always say they're Nurgle's favorite?"

“Now that Mortarion is hanging here, anyone who doesn’t come is admitting in front of the entire Eye of Fear that your so-called benevolent father doesn’t even dare to save his own son.”

Aoqi asked from the side, "What if we're late?"

Er Gou glanced down at Mortarian.

"Hang the complete one today."

"The wings will be removed in a few days."

"If you don't come soon, we'll take your lungs, heart, and intestines off one by one and hang them on these pillars next to you."

"Once you arrive, you can put it back together yourself."

The black stone chains vibrated violently, but Er Gou hadn't finished speaking yet. He walked in front of the camera, and the Terminator helmet almost filled the entire frame.

"If none of them dare to come, we'll carve a sentence under this pillar..."

"The son Nurgle didn't want! The father Death Guard wouldn't save!"

Titus finally realized something was wrong.

This was no longer just casual insults; Er Gou clearly wanted to draw all the forces that the Nurgle faction could mobilize.

"Did the one who holds the seal teach you these words?"

Er Gou released Mortalian's corrupted wings.

"That's ahead."

"Where's the back?"

"I improvised."

Titus stared at him in confusion: "Which sentence begins?"

Er Gou thought about it.

"I can't remember."