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Chapter 637 These are all choices made through numerology.
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Szalak stared in disbelief at his arm and the Scepter of Eternal Glory before him.

Weapons and bodies made of living metal would not be stained with a speck of dust even after 60 million years, so how could they suddenly rust?
Although the Star Gods deceived the Silent King, they were merely playing word games; the eternity they promised Szalak was indeed fulfilled.

Even as some of the Star Gods were shattered by Szalak, they insisted that what they had given to the Death-Fearers was the eternity they had promised.

But now, this very eternity has become problematic.
"I've heard you refer to the false emperor as an old, salty bastard who plays with witchcraft?"

"So what are you now? A rusty skeleton playing with technology?"

A cold, mocking sound, like that of cumulonimbus clouds, rose beneath the veil of reality; the trembling of elytra echoed across the desolate land, like raindrops of scales falling from the highest heavens.

The billowing poison gas surged like a tidal wave across the land, a cold scythe ripped through the veil of reality, and the hood billowed in the chilling winds of the real universe, revealing glimpses of a gaunt face hidden beneath a mask.
Mortarion, the Emperor's fourteenth son, the Primarch of Nurgle, the Lord of the Clouds, and the great sage of numerology, descended into the physical universe.

Mortarian looked down at the Silent King with disdain.

As a traitorous Primarch, Mortarion despised the Lord of Mankind, his own genetic father, and the man who proclaimed himself Emperor.
He loathed that man, believing him to be nothing more than another tyrant corrupted by power.
He also believed that although the man claimed to love all of humanity, he had never loved any specific person or any specific group. He tried to tame Mortalian, just as Mortalian's foster father and loving father tried to tame Mortalian. He, too, tried to tame the beings of Barbalus, to tame Mortalian's pale subjects, and to bring the so-called light of enlightenment to Barbalus's human empire.
Guilliman guarded his Ottaramar, Saint Gilles guarded his Baal, and Magnus, the wizard, guarded his Prospero, but Mortalian failed to guard his Barbarus.
Therefore, Mortarion often expressed his contempt for the emperor and his humiliation of his father in his words.

But just because he could humiliate the emperor doesn't mean anyone can.

The emperor was indeed a tyrant, but he was the most powerful and convincing of all tyrants. All his weakness, corruption, and depravity were relative to himself, not relative to other tyrants.
The Emperor is the tyrant who rebelled against Mortalion, the genetic father of Mortalion. Anyone who dares to humiliate him is no different from humiliating Mortalion.
What is Szalak?
Of all the tyrants in the history of the entire galaxy, he was the most incompetent, the most foolish, and the most sinful.
Most of the suffering in the galaxy, even the misfortunes that befell Barbaros and Mortarion, can be traced back to Szalak.

This thing dares to humiliate the emperor?

Szalak noticed the contempt in Mortarian's eyes, and almost without hesitation, he raised his silver-handled spear at Mortarian.
The spear shattered instantly, and delicate crystals pierced through the veil of reality, instantly striking the line of text representing Mortarion.

But just as the spear was thrust out, Mortarian's figure suddenly flashed, taking a slight step back, leaving only a flagpole standing in place.
Instead of a fluttering flag, what hung on the flagpole was an Astartes, a bloated, obese figure wearing Terminator power armor and sporting a silver horn.

Szalak was stunned to find that the target of his spear had changed from Mortarian to this Astartes.

This technology was something the Silent King had never heard of before.
Typhons felt a tearing sensation surging through his body in horror, and he still didn't understand what was happening.

Just a few days ago, when he returned to Nurgle Gardens, he saw a red envelope lying on the ground at the garden's crossroads. Out of curiosity, he picked it up and found seven rusty Throne Coins inside.

Then Mortarion appeared like a ghost and said a string of words.
It was all some incomprehensible stuff like, "Though I don't mean it, you took my life-risking money, and your birth chart is compatible with mine, so it's your duty to protect me from disaster." "For your loving father, for the legion, for the garden, the time has come for you to make a sacrifice, Typhons." "This is all a choice based on numerology."

Sensing impending doom, Typhon pleaded with his loving father for help, but his father merely shook his head and refused to pull Typhon back from Mortalian's grasp.

Unbeknownst to Typhons, his secret delivery of the Ancient Artifact, the Heart of Plague, to Luther and Eribus had not escaped the notice of his benevolent father.
Although Typhons believed he had managed to deceive his loving father through some means, his father's expertise in numerology had deepened, and he had used the changes in the numbers to calculate Typhons's near-betrayal.

Out of pity and compassion, He could not bring himself to punish Typhon, who had done so much for Him and for the garden.
But when the garden needs his sacrifice, and Mortarion wants to use him as a shield, the loving father will no longer stop him.

Typhons' body was instantly severed and disintegrated by the power of the spear; his very existence was cut into pieces, and his entire being turned into dust that scattered amidst the billowing poisonous gas.

Mortalian watched this scene in silence, watching Typhons die right before his eyes.

His first surge of pleasure was the thrill of revenge, which welled up from his rotting organs and rushed all the way to his throat, but before it reached his brain, it turned into an indescribable bitterness.

Mortalian's mind flashed back to Barbarus shrouded in poisonous gas, to himself standing amidst the pale mountains, and to the human running towards him—the first human he had ever seen.

Typhon, Typhon, friend, brother, son, traitor
Perhaps, as Chagatai Khan said, I am not resilient enough. This thought flashed through Mortarian's mind, but was quickly suppressed by his cold will.

The Silent King abruptly retreated, but the Scepter of Eternal Glory in his hand pointed towards Mortarion in the dark clouds, with a dazzling torrent of neutrons shimmering on the Scepter of Eternal Glory.

But Mortarian remained unmoved.
"Your intestines are pulled apart in seven directions; you care for both the corrupt dynasty and the plague-ridden country. When others have trouble, you rust in the dust, and you even take the initiative to fight with the underworld?"

"Seven withered flowers are worn on the head, but they do not bloom for seven days and seven nights. I long for them to bloom, but I do not know when they will wither."

"Iron fears rusting, land fears barrenness, stiffness fears rotting, and people fear injury. Numerology and fortune-telling are the true principles, and a loving father fears most the unfilial son."

"A round Luna is full and then waning, a few Primarchs surround the crippled Emperor, Dorne's shovel can't lift him up, and the latex-clad figure cries tears streaming down his front coat."

"Three, six, seven, eight, nine, thirteen, the three rings meeting seven is stagnation and decay, the number obtained in the ten-day period is a matter of fate, even if it is auspicious, you must know that it will eventually turn out badly."

"When the father is in charge, he will harm his children and grandchildren; when the path of fate is blocked, the master will be confused and ignorant. Numerology and fortune-telling are rare and difficult to understand; witchcraft and superstition are not benevolent." "Numerology and fortune-telling have true meaning, which I will explain to you in detail. If we talk about fortune-telling, the sacred numbers can explain it clearly."

Seven chants resounded simultaneously from Mortarian's mouth and within the poisonous fog surrounding him.
The six Death Guard lords—Poison Lord, Plague Lord, Herpes Lord, Parasite Lord, Wither Lord, and Bloodstained Lord—surrounded Mortalian, forming a seven-fold formation around him.

These lords were the most powerful warriors under Mortarion, each clad in a unique, corrupt mantle woven by Mortarion himself.
In fact, Mortarion also wove a seventh mantle, the most powerful and mysterious of them all, but no one can wear it or become Mortarion's lord anymore.

The moment their chanting began, the Scepter of Eternal Glory in the Silent King's hand was covered in reddish-brown rust and shattered with a loud crash.

The Silent King tried to fight back with his spear, but he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. His feet had also been corroded by rust and broken off.

"What?" The Silent King crashed heavily to the ground, his head slamming into the hard rock with a loud clang.

His living, metallic body was trying to recover, but it couldn't keep up with the rate at which the rust was spreading.

But what truly astonished the Silent King was that a black stone reaction was emanating from the surface of this planet, amplifying the subspace effects.

He looked up in disbelief. Such powerful heavenly force, used in such a bizarre way, had been unleashed without his knowledge.
Szalak saw that within the pervasive, toxic fog, the veil between reality and the warp had been torn apart, and a section of the High Heaven had directly seeped into reality.
A thick, poisonous fog swirled upwards, transforming into a rugged, yellow-green mountain range. Within this mountain range were seven layers of railings, seven layers of nets, seven rows of trees, seven layers of putrid pools, seven layers of shimmering light, and seven layers of pavilions. There were seventy-seven treasures in total, as well as seven kinds of worms, seven kinds of moths, seven kinds of flies, and seven kinds of parasites. There were also seventy-seven beasts in total.
Eighty-two hundred and thirty-three thousand five hundred and forty-three great demons and impure beings sat enthroned amidst the poisonous mist and clouds, arranged in layers, some laughing, some behaving foolishly, some patting their bellies, some clapping, all swollen and decaying, praising the true meaning of numerology and fortune-telling.

Thus, the clouds and mountains rose layer upon layer, reaching the highest point of the heavens, where they transformed into a swirling throne. A benevolent, foul-smelling old man, whose body was covered in sticky, putrid pus and whose body was as large as billions of piles of decay, smiled and looked down at the curtain of reality, praising numerology.

The immense power of the warp, so vast that it was rarely seen even in the War of Heaven, pressed down, and reality let out a mournful wail.
Even with the power of his spear blocking the warp's might, the Silent King's body rusted and decayed even faster. However, his logical mind continued to work rapidly. He realized that these demons, these warp beings, had likely long ago inhabited this reality, only their power was being blocked by the anti-warp force field released by the Throne of Rulers and the Star Gods.

Instead of attempting to break through the barrier of the anti-subspace force field, these blasphemous beings in the High Heavens accumulated their power beneath the veil of reality.

When Eurykan shaped this planet, he forged the Black Stone within it. Zhou Yun, through a series of schemes, caused the Silent King to leave his throne. No, not only that, but the Scepter of Eternal Glory, containing the Silent King's resurrection agreement, was also delivered here, as he had anticipated. While the Silent King was still locked in battle with Zhou Yun, the Silent King's resurrection agreement was corrupted and tainted by the power of the warp.

Therefore, from the moment the Silent King's body was reshaped by the Resurrection Protocol, it was influenced by the power of the High Heaven.
Then, the subspace power hidden beneath the veil of reality erupted, directly engulfing the Silent King.

Like a seed hidden under a giant rock, it silently accumulates strength, but when time takes its toll and people notice it, it has already irresistibly taken root and sprouted, splitting the rock and transforming into a towering tree.

Mortarion's cold, massive scythe trembled slightly, instantly transforming into a chilling gust of wind that swept towards the Silent King, who lay prostrate on the ground.

Time itself suddenly became extremely solid and viscous, like viscous fluid sticking to Mortalian's scythe, making it impossible for Mortalian's scythe to get even a fraction closer.

In the rusty palm of the Silent King, a constantly swirling and overlapping golden-red interwoven cube was slowly releasing light, enveloping the Silent King's body.

He let out a low, triumphant laugh.
He has seen through human schemes, and he will surely use them to his advantage next time.
This artifact was neither a creation of the cosmic undead nor a creation of the ancient saints.

It originated from a golden age human expedition that the Silent King discovered outside the Milky Way, a expedition that had migrated beyond the galaxy.

The Silent King despised humanity, yet he had to admit that humanity's research into the warp and time had indeed surpassed that of the space undead on certain levels.
No wonder even the Eldar Empire couldn't stop the rise of humanity.
Even with the Song of Annihilation and its numerous weapons, the Silent King still expended considerable effort to defeat the human expedition team, which relied precisely on this artifact.

Curing time and resistance to damage are merely byproducts of its true effect.
Its true effect is to reset the timeline of a standard Terra day, sending the Silent King's will back twenty-four Terra standard times.
Click——————

A crisp sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, and a red and pink wooden door appeared beside the Silent King.

A voice came from inside the door, in a language that was neither High Gothic nor Low Gothic, but the Silent King's database contained data on that language.
“CNSA Terra Headquarters Employee ID: C-100618, Job Password: 19111211\19700424, Command: Stop Operation”.

"Service has been suspended. Please answer the security question in five seconds: ISBN code for 'Introduction to Interstellar Navigation'."

"9787802184398."

"Authentication successful. CNSA Extraterrestrial Exploration Team Standard Timeline Resetter-0389 is at your service."

The Silent King stared blankly at the golden-red cube swirling in his hand, and the frozen time around him instantly returned to normal.

Suddenly, a stick with a white cloth strip tied to it emerged from the door and struck the Silent King on the head with a loud thud.

"Is this your stuff? You can just use it as you please?"

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(End of this chapter)