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"Oh, by the way, when you get there, it's best not to talk nonsense. If you can avoid it, don't say anything. Also, judging by the situation on this planet, it's clearly in a period of constant conflict. Just follow the Primarch and fight alongside him. After all, brothers fight together, and fathers and sons fight together in battle!"

The puppet continued to instruct, as if he knew everything about Barbarus's situation.

After listening to this, the emperor nodded again, then turned around and left the cabin with steady steps, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the passage.

The planet Barbarus is a barren world with a harsh environment like hell. It slowly revolves around a dim and yellow sun.

The entire planet is shrouded in a thick layer of smog. The suffocating atmosphere is filled with various toxic gases, making the days appear extremely short and dim.

Mortarion was tragically defeated in his confrontation with his xenos overlord adoptive father.

At this moment, he had to retreat with his remaining troops to the valleys and low-lying plains to recuperate, silently waiting for the opportunity to attack again.

Human beings living in this cruel world can only survive with difficulty in the limited valleys and low-lying plains.

They grew a few crops on that barren land and barely managed to eke out a precarious existence.

The soldiers were either lying or sitting, their wounds not yet fully healed, and the simple tents shivered in the poisonous breeze.

Mortarion stood in front of the tent, his face solemn, his eyes filled with reluctance and contemplation.

Karas Typhon stood quietly beside him, his figure erect and his head slightly bowed, and in a steady and clear voice, he was telling Mortarion the strategy for the next war.

As he spoke, he gestured various tactical moves in the air with his hands, sometimes clenching his fists to emphasize key points, and sometimes spreading his palms to depict the situation.

Mortarion listened attentively. As Typhon spoke, his frown gradually relaxed. He nodded slightly from time to time, and a glimmer of recognition flashed in his eyes.

Every time in this difficult moment, Typhon always brings unique insights, like a bright light in the darkness, guiding Mortarion.

Mortarion was very grateful to Typhon for his encouragement and strategy during that crucial moment.

However, at this seemingly calm moment, a dazzling golden beam of light fell from the sky without warning.

The beam of light was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the ground. The strong light instantly dispelled the thick haze around and illuminated everyone's surprised faces.

"what is that?"

Someone shouted, and in an instant, the whole camp was in an uproar.

The remnants of Mortarion's defeated troops rushed out of the tents, some of them not even having time to pick up their weapons, and ran towards the direction of the light column.

The people nearby were also attracted by this strange sight. They brought their families and gathered around cautiously with expressions mixed with fear and curiosity.

As the light gradually faded, the figures of the Lord of Mankind and his golden guards slowly emerged.

The Lord of Mankind exudes an indescribable unique charm, an innate majesty and leadership qualities, as if he is the only light of hope in this dark world.

His eyes were calm and deep as he scanned the crowd around him. Everyone whose gaze touched seemed to be shocked by an invisible force and involuntarily became quiet.

Even Typhon, who was always calm beside Mortarion, couldn't help but turn his head slightly and glance secretly at the Lord of Mankind.

Mortarion was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

When the Lord of Mankind descended, the miraculous connection between bloodlines was like an invisible rope, tightly pulling him.

The eyes of the Barbarus people, filled with awe and admiration, were like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

The Primarch's fists clenched unconsciously, the knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Those warriors who had fought through life and death with him now all turned their eyes to the man who fell from the sky, which made him full of confusion.

And the people of Barbarus, it was Mortarion who led them to fight, gave them the strength to persevere, and it was he who brought them a brief peace in this cruel world.

But why are they so easily attracted to others nowadays?

A strong sense of self-esteem surged in his heart like a tide.

He didn't want his father to see him in such a miserable state.

The crushing defeat made him look like a stray dog, so miserable and pitiful.

Mortarion's breathing became rapid, and under the dirty and stained respirator, his mouth and nose opened and closed rapidly with his heavy breathing.

The Primarch tried his best to suppress his inner emotions, but his chest still heaved violently with excitement, and his eyes burned with complex flames of unwillingness, anger, and a hint of unspeakable grievance.

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Chapter 184: Mortarion Wants to Prove Himself

"Gather now, let's regroup our forces! The Alien Overlord has been crippled by us, so let's quickly gather and kill them by surprise!"

Mortarion raised his voice and let out a loud and powerful shout, which echoed in the camp like a bell.

Those warriors who had originally gathered around the Emperor, with curiosity and admiration for the Emperor still in their eyes, immediately took action after hearing Mortarion's order.

They quickly ran to their tents and skillfully picked up their weapons and equipment. Their movements were neat and efficient, showing their well-trained style.

There were also those warriors who were in training and had been stealing glances at the Emperor from time to time. They packed up their luggage quickly without hesitation and gathered in the direction of Mortarion.

Soon, tens of thousands of soldiers were lined up in front of Mortarion.

They were wearing different but slightly worn armor, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light.

Determination and fearlessness were revealed in the eyes of every warrior as they waited for the Primarch to give further orders.

Their auras gathered together to form a powerful aura that seemed to be able to shake this barren land.

Mortarion looked at the magnificent scene before him, and a feeling of pride welled up in his heart.

The Primarch tilted his head slightly and looked proudly at the Emperor who was standing quietly beside him. There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he was longing for the Emperor's recognition and praise.

However, the only response he got was the Emperor's calm gaze.

His eyes were calm, and it was impossible to detect any emotion in them, as if everything in front of him was within his expectations.

"Why hasn't he spoken to me yet? Why is he just standing there looking at me?"

Mortarion pondered in his heart, a trace of doubt and uneasiness quietly creeping into his heart.

But at this moment, he didn't have any more time to think about this.

The Primarch took a deep breath and once again turned his gaze to the warriors in front of him who he had trained with his own hands. They were his pride and the sharpest swords in his hands.

"Let's go!" Mortarion waved his hand violently and gave the order to march.

In an instant, the earth seemed to tremble, and the army to fight against the aliens set out in a mighty force.

The soldiers marched in neat and powerful steps, their figures gradually disappeared in the distance filled with poisonous gas, leaving only a cloud of dust.

"My Lord, what should we do next?"

A Golden Guard respectfully asked the Emperor for instructions, his eyes full of absolute trust and obedience to the Emperor.

"Follow." The emperor said concisely and powerfully, his voice low but revealing unquestionable majesty.

At this moment, he thought to himself, "This is the father-son troop that Xi once mentioned. Fighting alongside Mortarion this time will surely strengthen our friendship and earn us a lot of goodwill."

Thinking of this, a barely perceptible expectation flashed in the emperor's eyes.

The Emperor led the Custodes and followed closely behind Mortarion's army.

Their steps were in unison and their postures were agile. Their golden armor gleamed in the dim light, like a long golden dragon, advancing silently but with extraordinary momentum towards the battlefield.

The top of the mountain.

The thick poisonous gas was like a layer of haze, swirling and spreading wantonly, adding a bit of weirdness and danger to this already grim battlefield.

In the previous fierce battle, Mortarion led his men and launched a fierce attack on the alien gray castle with fearless courage and tenacious fighting spirit.

Although they ultimately succeeded in destroying the fortress that symbolized evil and oppression, they paid a heavy price.

Mortarion's army suffered heavy losses, and had no choice but to retreat temporarily and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

And now, they are once again facing off against alien forces.

There was a raging rage in Mortarion's eyes, and his goal was clear: to face his alien adoptive father and the alien army under his command in a life-and-death duel.

The sound of gunfire was deafening and continuous.

Shell after shell, carrying blazing flames, whizzed towards the aliens that were emitting a strange aura and wrapped in poisonous gas.

Every explosion was accompanied by the alien's roar and broken limbs. In the smoke, the smell of blood became stronger.

Mortarion rushed to the front of the team like an angry beast.

The scythe in the Primarch's hand flashed with cold light, and every swing carried a tremendous force.

In front of him, the aliens fell down like fragile straws, just like a sharp sickle harvesting fields of wheat, leaving a mess wherever they went.

His heart was filled with anxiety and determination. He never stopped for a moment and bravely advanced towards the enemy's core area.

He longed to find the alien adoptive father who had humiliated him, kill him with his own hands, and repay double for all the humiliation he had suffered in the past.

At the same time, he secretly thought that he must let the human lords surrounded by golden guards behind him see his bravery and strength, so that they would look at him with admiration, just like a child who shows his ability and wants to be praised.

Mortarion overcame all obstacles and finally succeeded in advancing to the core area of ​​the aliens.

At the highest point filled with thick, disgusting poisonous gas, he finally came face to face with the alien overlord whom he hated to the core.

The Alien Overlord gazed at Mortarion with a strange yet seemingly loving gaze and spoke:

"Motarion, come back to me. I can forgive you. You are still my child."

Its voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying a kind of bewitching power.

"Dream on!" Mortarion roared without hesitation, the anger in his eyes almost burning the alien overlord in front of him to ashes.

At this moment, he was secretly glad that the Emperor did not catch up and did not hear such a shameful conversation.

In his mind, he and the alien overlord have long been irreconcilable, and there is no possibility of any reconciliation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mortarion and the Alien Overlord raised their sickles high in the air at the same time.

The two sickles swung rapidly in the air filled with poisonous gas, leaving sharp scratches and tearing apart the thick poisonous gas.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a deafening roar, the two sickles collided heavily with each other. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere like fireworks, illuminating the thick green poisonous gas around them.

Afterwards, the two sides engaged in a fight that was fierce and almost crazy.

Their movements were as fast as lightning, their figures kept flashing and moving in the dim space, leaving behind a trail of blurry afterimages.

Because the speed was so fast, the surrounding aliens were unable to intervene in the battle and could only stand by and worry.

As the battle continued, dense scratches gradually appeared on the armor of both men, and each scratch recorded the fierce confrontation between them.

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Chapter 185: So Twisted

The Emperor stared silently at the army in chaos before him, his expression solemn.

He frowned slightly at Mortarion's reckless behavior. The commander actually rushed towards the enemy's important command center without caring about anything, completely ignoring the current situation.

At this moment, the battlefield was filled with smoke and a pungent smell.

The poisonous gas on the mountain grew stronger and stronger, and even the emperor himself could clearly feel the unpleasant smell raging in his nostrils.

Although the imperial guards beside him were also suffering from the poisonous gas, they all had a blank expression on their faces and stuck to their duties without showing any sign.

"Go and help them, and destroy all these aliens." The emperor calmly gave orders to the golden-armored guards around him. His voice was not loud but revealed unquestionable majesty.

"Yes!" The golden-armored guards responded in unison, and then rushed towards the aliens in unison, holding spears shining with golden light.

The high-end technology installed on the spears gleamed mysteriously in the dim sunlight, as if foreshadowing the powerful force of these weapons.

The emperor also slowly drew out the sword at his waist. The moment the sword was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, as if even the surrounding air was condensed.

He walked with a slightly casual pace towards the center where the aliens were most concentrated.

The Emperor knew that Mortarion would be powerless to resist the alien king blessed by Nurgle and possessing unwavering faith.

Wherever the Emperor went, the aliens were instantly turned into pieces.

Deathly silence reigned.

Those aliens still maintained their appearance before death, but they fell silently without any signs of pain or struggle on their bodies.

They don't even have time to sense the coming of death before their lives come to an abrupt end. It is so quiet as if the world has been muted. Only the breeze blows by, stirring the dust on the ground, telling of this death.

The emperor strode forward, emitting a terrifying aura. Poisonous gas swirled around him, but could not get close to him at all.

The Emperor loathed this putrid stench, a stench blessed by Nurgle, the smell of life decaying.

Every breath he took seemed to remind him who was controlling the chessboard of this war.

"It's time to end it." The Emperor muttered to himself. As for his previous idea of ​​experiencing a "father and son fighting together" with Mortarion, it was time to put it to rest. He just wanted to end this battle quickly.

Finally, the Emperor arrived at the heart of the battlefield, where Mortarion was engaged in a fierce battle with the gigantic alien king that emitted a strange light.