"Tell me, brother, do you feel any real pain now?"
Mortarion looked down at Robert Guilliman who was knocked down by the plague of God, his tone full of naked arrogance and contempt.
Because long before Horus launched the rebellion, he had already disliked the other party.
Although it is not the most annoying or hated, it can almost be ranked in the top three.
So at this moment, after thinking that he had secured the victory, Mortalion instead of choosing to cut through the trouble quickly and bring Guilliman back to the Garden of Nurgle in the subspace, he instead adopted a cat-and-mouse posture.
From the expression and tone on his face, it is easy to see that he enjoyed this process very much, and even deliberately weakened the toxicity of the plague through his own ability, so that the other party could maintain this half-dead state and experience more pain.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he was also unable to bear the torture of the Warp Plague day and night, and finally fell into the arms of Nurgle. Now he also wants the loyalist Guilliman to do the same thing as him under similar circumstances.
s Choice.
In this way, the Daemon Primarch can prove that he is the one who has the foresight.
But it is a pity that the imperial regent's willpower is much stronger than he imagined. Even though his body began to blacken and fester in large areas, and a large number of demon maggots from subspace grew out of thin air and devoured the internal organs, he still did not emit even a little bit.
voice, not even asking for mercy.
Robert Guilliman simply raised his head and looked at the opponent with bloodshot eyes, desperately trying to grab the Emperor's Sword that fell on the ground, but failed after several attempts.
The effect of God's Plague was more terrifying than he imagined.
It takes less than five minutes to destroy bones, internal organs, muscles and nerve conduction systems.
What is even more terrifying is that the power of Nurgle from the subspace is constantly eroding and tearing apart the soul.
He knew very well that as long as he expressed his willingness to fall into the arms of Nurgle, all the pain he was suffering now would disappear instantly, just like those Mortalion and the Death Guard Legion whose bodies were also festering, and they would become happy and joyful every day.
He may even giggle like a lunatic.
After all, Blessed Nurgle is quite "merciful" to his followers.
They are even allowed to have independent and free will to do what they want to do, instead of treating their subordinates as pawns who must obey their own will like Tzeentch and Khorne.
But the persistence and will in Robert Guilliman's heart did not allow him to do this.
To be precise, he hates subspace and the Chaos God extremely, and would rather die than become what he hates the most.
Mortalion was undoubtedly aware of this, and directly opened a huge subspace portal leading to the Garden of Nurgle, pointing at the scene of vitality and all things competing on the opposite side, and said in an extremely proud tone: "What are you still hesitating about?"
?
Has serving the false emperor made you lose the ability to distinguish right from wrong?
Behold the supreme power of the great and loving Father!
All things in the world have achieved perfect harmony and unity under his influence.
No pain!
No sadness!
No more despair!
All gods can enjoy equal happiness and freedom here.
Compared with the false emperors who established empires full of exploitation, oppression and injustice, this is the true paradise."
I have to say that Mortalion's eloquence is quite good, and he immediately grasped the biggest pain point of the human empire.
But Robert Guilliman sneered in a hoarse voice: "Haha, heaven?
If this world that exudes stench, rot and plague is heaven, then I would rather go to hell!
Although the empire is not perfect, at least the people living in it can still be called human beings.
But what about you?
You are nothing but the playthings and puppets of the Chaos God of Warp.
What's more, do you think you can win this war by defeating me?
Do you think our father didn’t make any preparations in advance?”
"What's the meaning?"
The words of the Loyal Primarch immediately set alarm bells ringing in Mortarion's heart.
After all, just over a hundred years ago, he had personally experienced the power possessed by the current human emperor, as well as the terrifying spiritual energy that was not inferior to the evil god of subspace, and he had already had a serious psychological shadow from this.
"What I mean is that you have completed your mission since the subspace rift leading to the Garden of Nurgle was opened."
A ferocious smile appeared on Robert Guilliman's painful face.
Because just now he suddenly wanted to understand what the "appropriate time" Zuo Si mentioned was.
Before Mortalion could react, a dazzling golden light suddenly began to bloom in the sky above his head.
In just a few seconds, thousands of Nurgle Daemons and Death Guards who had surrendered to Chaos suddenly began to spontaneously combust without warning, and then turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even the demon primarch himself began to show a large number of burn marks.
Out of a subconscious reaction, he endured the pain and discomfort and suddenly raised his head, and saw what looked like a small sun slowly descending.
In the middle of the golden sun, a slender, thin girl can be vaguely seen.
The Lord of Mankind has finally arrived!
The familiar feeling and breath immediately made Mortalion extremely flustered, and his severely burned eyes revealed intense fear. He asked in a trembling voice: "Father!!!! You...why are you here?"
"
"My foolish son, you are still as ignorant, arrogant, conceited and ignorant as before.
Do you think no one can see through your ridiculous little tricks?
No, we are just using you, waiting for you to open the portal to the Garden of Nurgle.
It is time for the Chaos God to pay for the harm he has caused to humanity and the Imperium.
I will burn the flames of war into subspace in the name of humanity!
Let Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh and Tzeentch taste the bitter fruits of their own sowing!
And you, although you are essentially just an object of fooling, a miserable victim, you may be able to be redeemed someday in the distant future, but it is definitely not today.
Go away now, go back to your master.
Because what’s going to happen next will be beyond your imagination.”
As these words blurted out, the little girl possessed by the Emperor slowly walked to Robert Guilliman and gently pressed her slender hand on the original body's blackened and ulcerated head.
In less than a second, the Imperial Regent, who had been dying before, quickly recovered from his health, and even the injuries he suffered ten thousand years ago were healed.
Obviously, this scene fully embodies a certain universal rule in the Warhammer universe, which is "Strength can bring about miracles".
Whether it is the physical rules of the real universe between the Star Gods and the Necrons, or the ancient saints, Eldar, demons and subspace Chaos Gods who use psychic energy, they can actually influence and harm each other.
This is like the relationship between current and resistance.
As long as the former number is large enough, even an insulator can be broken down instantly and become a conductor.
This has been confirmed as early as the Battle of Heaven.
Robert Guilliman, who was freed from the Plague of Gods, quickly got up from the ground and mocked himself in a slightly disappointed tone: "So I am just a pawn and a bait in your eyes, right?"
The Lord of Humanity explained patiently: "No, my child, you are the last hope of the empire and the savior of the human race.
The reason why I don't let you know too much is mainly to prevent leaks.
After all, we have to deal with not only Nurgle, but also the cunning and cunning Tzeentch.
Only if you don't know anything can everything develop as expected.
Didn’t Soth already give you clear instructions?
What's more, I have accepted too much faith and worship, and I am not able to maintain a clear mind at all times."
"But what about that army that appeared in the vision? Why didn't I see them?"
Robert Guilliman frowned and continued to ask.
"Aren't they already here?"
As the last word blurted out, the girl possessed by the emperor began to shine with an even more dazzling and bright golden light.
To be continued...