Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 548 What is more difficult to understand than the gods is Mortarion’s thoughts
+Energy detection feedback has new data changes! +
The will of the Legion is like a three-dimensional star map, and the light spots representing Tabos are rising in Calvin's eyes.

The original body's consciousness was close to the light spot, and as expected, the information he was sending out was about the unusual movements on the ground in Fal.

+ New sources of pollution, and they are expanding rapidly! +
Tabers brought warnings from the detection array about the surface.

Calvin's eyes drooped slightly, and the information about Fal's ground was found in his brain.

The huge map is occupied by new markers one after another.

What makes Calvin feel dangerous is that the entire continental plate is covered by "them".

"Population... no. Shows the current actual control range of the planetary government!"

As Calvin operated, countless key nodes on the map in his mind dimmed instantly.

At the very edge of the circular area centered on the hive city, only a few sporadic supporting cities had golden double-headed eagle emblems lit up.

However, even these cities are in extremely bad condition. In the previous notification documents displayed above these cities, the numbers marked as valid population statistics are showing a plummeting trend under the green epidemic mark.

“This is a summary of all their breakthrough data as of a week ago, with an interval of two months, a total of 7 times.

The only thing we can confirm now is that there are still people in these cities resisting.

But there is no guarantee whether there is still an organization running there. "

Tybus added information to Calvin, who was still deep in thought.

"Fourteen months? In other words, the earliest report of the epidemic appeared before the arrival of the Kritov Army?

No, no need..."

Calvin interrupted Tybos's words in the psychic communication and turned his eyes to the land of Farr.

The subspace energy there seems to have reached a certain threshold and is rapidly breaking through the suppression of the psychic choir.

For the first time, the power of disease and corruption on the earth has surpassed violence and killing, bringing death to the world on a wider scale;

Correspondingly, the dark green wave of plague, after replacing Khorne's blood god's power as the biggest cancer entrenched in the world of Farr, is brewing some kind of more serious disaster from the subspace.

No, it’s not in progress, but it’s already been brewing…

Calvin looked into the void above Far's head with feeling.

The subspace there is being torn apart, and the curled ether clouds are torn apart by huge energy, stacked like layers of circles...

After the ceremony of reality on the ground was completed, all the conditions in the mystical sense were finally gathered.

The curtain that separates the two worlds is split in the center like an eggshell that has completed hatching;

The increasingly thin barrier was squeezed as thin as a cicada's wings, and then torn like amniotic membrane during childbirth.

Ugliness and sanctity, death and distortion...

An extremely weird but shocking scene was staged in the void, and in the center of the corrupting power, there was an egg bed of extremely evil decaying and gestating...

Wave~!

Six slightly smaller eggs exploded in an instant, becoming the largest seventh one before being born as a sacrifice.

And when the largest one on the egg bed declared to rupture, the entire real universe wailed for it!
Mortarion!

Tens of millions of dead souls throughout the agricultural world of Farr are calling for the Demon Prince who symbolizes the authority of Nurgle at this moment!
The endless, corrupted souls condensed in the void, and then built their mortal body according to certain rules.

The power of the disease was fermenting and expanding, and then in a crisp explosion, the huge figure was spit out from the void;

The scattered slurry shot out in the void, and then was given life, screaming and gathering behind the figure like a living creature.

laugh……

The huge and broken insect wings opened in an instant, spreading the decaying power along the blood vessels under the thin wing membrane.

The two roasted blue chitin tentacles were twisting wantonly, complementing the armor full of sores and scars on its body.

Seven thin chains with spikes hung from its waist, and apart from the chains occupied by five disease incense burners, there were two poisonous flies symbolizing mutation flying at the two longest ends.

hum...

The huge Scythe of Silence arced under the Void Flower, and the eyes hidden in the green hood suddenly opened.

Before the curtain in the void could heal, it was pierced by the claws of the devil again;
But the king who symbolized disease and death was already looking towards the distant starry sky.

It can sense Calvin, just as Calvin can see its presence.

This kind of perception does not originate from the connection between blood, but is similar to it. It is the instinct of the same supernatural creatures after touching each other's realm.

After completing its descent into the real world, this corrupt creature directly channeled its power towards the Spirit of Vengeance.

Behind him, there was a huge living fleet full of Nurgle runes, slowly crawling out of the crack torn by the Silent Scythe.

Oh, and there was a streak of unreachable black, but Calvin wasn't sure if that was an illusion.

On the Spirit of Vengeance, Calvin's sight collided with it through the thick armor.

"Mortarion..." Calvin turned around. "Is this your plan...Abaddon?"

Before he finished speaking, on the other side of Abaddon and Calvin, the five-meter-tall demon prince appeared on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, stepping on dark green flames.

"Who...are you? You are not my brother..."

As soon as the demon primarch appeared on the scene, it set its sights on the target of its trip.

But after careful inspection, it denied its speculation.

"No, you are, but not entirely...so, you are my father's new toy, right?"

"Well……"

An embarrassing scene occurred. When Mortarion truly set foot on the Vengeful Spirit, both Abaddon and Calvin reflexively covered their mouths and noses.

The "characteristics" of the Death Guard are well-known in the subspace and the Empire, so both sides are fully prepared for Mortarion's appearance.

It stinks so much!
A strange numbness and itching appeared on every cell in Calvin's body. As he looked at the temporarily isolated psychic mask in front of him, the corners of his eyes were still twitching slightly:
The spiritual energy barrier that cut off the air slightly changed color under the opponent's "aura", and even the order could not be stopped.

Abaddon's condition was even worse. At this time, he had already lowered his iconic braid in a rare move, and then put on the legendary helmet of the Serpent Lin...

Fortunately, only three people saw this scene. As for the poor Gastalin guards, they had already fainted, frothing at the mouth, the moment Mortarion appeared.

And if those unconscious Gastalin guards were still conscious, they would definitely complain - it turns out that Abaddon still remembers having this helmet...

It certainly has nothing to do with someone's particular hair style, at least officially that's what he's been doing.

"answer my question!"

The source of the putrid stench roared, obviously feeling deeply offended by the damn silence.

So Calvin made a prompt decision and picked up a Gastalin guard casually. Under Abaddon's strange eyes, he used his spiritual energy to drive the unlucky Gastalin guard and used his throat to speak for himself:
“Who I am is not determined by you, the traitor.

I'm more curious, you and him..." Calvin pointed at Abaddon, whose expression was hidden by his helmet, and asked:
"Who decides?"

"Ok?"

Mortarion's face hidden under the mask twitched slightly. After this question was raised by Calvin, it was obvious that it could no longer be ignored.

"Um……"

Abaddon was obviously aware of Calvin's ulterior motives, but this was indeed a key issue that could not be avoided.

So the demon primarch, who represented the divinity of Nurgle, finally reluctantly obeyed the power in his body after a long staredown with the champion king chosen by the four gods, and said to Abaddon, who frowned and retreated:
"Hail to you, loving father and champion of the gods!"

"Hail to you too...the divine incarnation of the god of plague and death!"

Abaddon responded quickly, but Mortarion was humiliated by this concession.

His reply received no respect from Mortarion, only a token nod and a cold reception from the daemon primarch.

But this is reasonable, at least it is better than falling out on the spot.

The identity of the Primarch was here, and he could not deny that these people had once fought alongside his genetic father.

"So, the clever trick is over? The false emperor's new favorite?"

Abaddon immediately pointed the finger at Calvin, and Mortarion looked at the latter with a sad face.

The malicious looks of two people who were powerful enough to threaten or even kill Calvin finally made Calvin feel unprecedented pressure.

"It's not going to be easy..." Calvin thought to himself.

Abaddon's eyes were locked on Calvin's body, but Mortarion's power was unavailable.

In his eyes, the former is an enemy that requires a lot of effort to kill;
The latter possesses all the power of a Primarch, and even becomes stronger than weak after becoming a demon...

"Kill him!" Abaddon shouted in a low voice.

Power surged through him, and Draconian's will was reshaped again.

The entire space of the Spirit of Vengeance is responding to the Black Warmaster's will, and the cursed spear blessed by the four gods is once again condensed in Abaddon's claws.

Calvin's whole body tensed up, entering a rare state of full alert.

Silver and platinum spiritual energy shined in his eyes, which was the summons of the power of order.

The thick deck of the Spirit of Vengeance collapsed slightly under his feet, which was the weight of Hyperion's blessing, the traces of being completely liberated...

Difficult, difficult...

One Abaddon is already difficult to deal with, and with the addition of a Primarch who has completed his ascension to the devil, it can only be said that Calvin has the ability to walk away, but he will never be able to win.

But he can't leave, because the troops on the ground are still advancing, and the hand of darkness has not yet returned to the hands of the empire;

He couldn't retreat, because if he retreated, the three hundred Gray Knights on the ground in Farr would be destroyed by his own hands!
Only hit!
Then you need to think about it carefully... Calvin's eyes were uncertain.

But the cold strength on his body and the weight of Xu Bolion that almost distorted his stance fell into the eyes of the two people opposite, making them even more fearful...

Calvin was almost about to give up his cover plan, preparing to try to kill Abaddon in a desperate battle, and then see if there was a chance to escape...

However, during the long stalemate, a word from Mortarion caused the battlefield that was almost bursting with sparks to fall into calm again.

"...who's going up?"

Mortarion stood there, looking in Calvin's direction without moving.

Abaddon, who was shocked by the reply, finally understood the other party's stubbornness after being stunned for a moment.

The dignity of the Primarch, right?
Demon Prince's decency, right?
The honor of the Lord of the Legion, right?
You will never end up participating in the siege, right?

What are you doing here? Watching the battle?
Abaddon roared crazily in his heart, but his little sense told him:
At this point, it was impossible for him to persuade Mortarion.

Of course he also wanted to understand the glory of a warrior, but that thing was too luxurious for him.

From the time he began to reorganize the Black Legion, the long war in the Eye of Terror did not allow him to have such naive ideas.

honor?

Talk to those rotten Emperor's Children?
ideal?

Is it possible to talk about rubbish like the Word Bearers?
reason?

Ask the World Eaters if they recognize this thing?

faith?

Marder... From the day Horus was killed by the Emperor himself, all the Luna Wolves had only one thought - revenge!
"Then I'll come!"

Abaddon stopped unwillingly and finally gave up trying to persuade Mortarion to join this dishonorable battle.

It's not that he doesn't know the gap between himself and Calvin, but he doesn't have a choice.

The Black Warmaster will not retreat, and there will never be a day when he is afraid of fighting.

Because whenever he shows the slightest hint of fear, without the rebellion of the Chaos Lords with different ideas around him, the crown of the Four Gods in his head will swallow up his soul in an instant...

"No, I'll do it first..." Mortarion once again caused Abaddon to fall into confusion.

But this time, as if he felt guilty, Mortarion rarely explained the reason to Abaddon.

"He killed my eldest son... half a century ago."

"Just three..." Mortarion wrote, and then looked at Calvin.

I'm going to kill him today... three times too! "

………………

An embarrassing silence once again appeared on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, and immediately after the embarrassment, the remaining two people asked the same question:
"What if you can't kill him after three hits?" Abaddon asked.

"That means his life should not be cut off."

Mortarion blinked and looked at Abaddon seriously.

The latter was trying to find any hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" Abaddon asked.

"Of course!" Mortarion replied, and then added:

"If he survives...then...this is your battlefield."

"And if you die too..."

Mortarion looked at Calvin again, and then said with a sneer that even the mask could not block:
"That's just right, I'll settle the ledger with him!"

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