Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 311 Mortarion
It was pale gold with the main body being red, crystal clear like a gem, dripping from the gaps in the armor, and the Great Demon saw the opportunity, caught a trace of blood in a strange black beaker, and then threw it out of the battle line.

Dozens of little Nurglings quickly caught the thing and left as quickly as if they had seen a rare treasure, carrying a drop of blood to find their father, Ku'gath.

Seeing this, Guilliman asked angrily. "What curse are you preparing? What is your plan?"

The Emperor's Sword bound the fat head of the Black Death, as if it would cut off the greedy and twisted head in the next moment.

But the Great Demon just laughed and said, "Even the Primarch makes mistakes, haha..."

"I win, Guilliman, I win you!"

"That's enough. My father is proud of me, my brothers are laughing, seven great demons, seven curses, all have now come true..."

"You will die in the fortress of your pride, you will die from the power your father gave you, you will..."

"Become a truly dead Primarch!"

"After Sanguinius..."

Guilliman cursed angrily. "You shouldn't have mentioned him!"

The blade grazed the great demon's filthy body, and the disgusting thing turned to ashes amid his treacherous laughter.

Guilliman looked tired. He remembered the angel's gentle smile and the future he had promised him.

How perfect the Lord of Bhaal was. The demon's words had provoked his pain, and Guilliman angrily repaid that guy with death.

The body of the Great Demon gradually turned into ashes and dissipated, leaving only an empty battlefield, and at this moment Guilliman heard a voice that made him angry.

"Brother, you haven't let go of those things."

"You can't beat me."

The voice was hoarse, painful, and full of magic, and Guilliman couldn't help but look up.

A pale shadow stood there, a ghostly apparition, a nightmare from the past, a torment belonging to Guilliman.

His dark green armor was covered in filth, the result of the decayed and solidified blood of the warriors he had murdered. His jet-black wings spread out behind him, the gift he received from his loving father.

How ugly, how horrible, how disgusting.

"Traitor!" Guilliman raised his weapon.

The huge body moved forward so quickly that the guards covering the side had no time to react before the Primarch left them behind.

Mortarion seemed to know in advance that things would develop in this way. Before the Royal Guards and Sisters of Silence could provide support, dozens of Terminator armors flashed in front of them.

Those veterans turned into shields, blocking the advance of the Guards. Although they could not hold back for long, it was enough for Mortarion.

Although Guilliman felt that his reinforcements had been cut off, he was not confused. He held the Emperor's Sword in his hand and pointed it at his brother.

"I come to give you the death you deserve."

"It's like fate."

Mortarion smiled. "Fate? Death?"

"Old 13, don't you understand?"

"The Emperor does not love us."

"Our father sees us as props."

Guilliman said angrily. "You are the one who doesn't understand..."

Mortarion said with a smile. "What are you clinging to? The Imperial Truth? It's nothing but absurdity."

"Look here, where is your so-called truth?"

"You are nothing but a puppet, wielding a blade under a tyrant who dares not reveal his true name, spending your ridiculous life doing endless and tedious work."

"You have never experienced true pain. While I was crawling out of that hell on Barbarus, you were still dreaming of life on Macragge!"

"What qualifications do you have to judge me?"

Guilliman smiled wryly. "Pain? I know too much!"

He thought of the rotten state of the Imperium now, and of the glory of the Sun and Moon in the past. It was this bleak brother before him who had made this nightmare a reality. Guilliman would not forgive his traitorous brother. He raised his sword, interrupting this ridiculous exchange.

Next, the blade and sickle collided, and the whirlwind created by the power alone was enough to suffocate any mortal nearby.

It was a fight beyond humankind, and even the most powerful Space Marines could not see it all.

Blade against blade, sword against sickle, the battle between the Primarchs was like a story from legend, light and darkness, the Pale Lord and the Blue King grappled with each other.

Fortunately, Guilliman held his father's sword. If Mortarion had not thrown himself into his father's arms, he would probably have defeated Guilliman.

But the Emperor's flames burned fiercely, and each blow he wrought was rapidly weakening the rotting spirit within Mortarion.

His betrayal became the reason why he could not defeat Guilliman, his greed became the reason why he lost to the Regent, and after several confrontations, he looked at his father's light with worry and fear.

It was as if Mortarion himself was being judged by the Lord of Mankind.

Why did he betray? Why did he become twisted? Those questions burned the human part of Mortarion and tortured his long-corrupted soul.

He cursed breathlessly. "Puppet!"

Guilliman simply punched him in the face without mercy. Mortarion was now completely focused on the Sword of the Emperor, so he didn't notice Guilliman's move at all.

Mortarion was knocked to the ground by Guilliman's old punch, and Guilliman said in surprise.

"That Taylor kid's fighting style is quite effective..."

"Russ would definitely get along with him. It would be a waste if he wasn't born in Fenris!"

At this moment, Guilliman even had the leisure to make a joke, while Mortarion knelt on one knee, covering his broken respirator, his twisted mouth revealing an ugly insect-like mouth.

Guilliman scoffed. "Is this your fatherly gift?"

"A monster, you are no different from the aliens you once killed. Now that you die at the hands of your father's sword, it is a redemption for your soul."

"Go to the Golden Throne and meet the one you are ashamed of, my brother!"

Guilliman raised his blade, ready to cut off the traitor's head, but Mortaris laughed now.

"Too late! Kugath! Move!"

Guilliman looked around in confusion, only to see Kugath's swollen body squirming there, and then a vicious spell flashed, and the six plague siege vehicles emitted abnormal light and shot towards Guilliman.

The great Primarch knelt on one knee at this moment, his body tightly grasped by psychic energy. The curse given to him by his loving father was expanding in his body, and seventy thousand kinds of horrible viruses continued to torture the Primarch's body.

Of course, the body given to him by the Emperor is not afraid of those things, but it cannot withstand the constant input of six plague vectors.

Guilliman was almost filled with the loving father...

He gasped and groaned in pain, while Mortarion stood up with a smile, holding his cheek and speaking.

"That's your weakness, my brother."

He lifted Guilliman's cheek, looked at the fair face, and said obsessively, "Look at this damned face, I will let it be covered with filth."

"The ceremony will begin soon, now..."

He raised his scythe as if his fate was already determined, but at this moment, a huge war engine broke through the defense line of Chaos Terminators.

On the strange car body, the sharp turning tool knocked Mortarion's weapon away. He was surprised that his weapon was out of his hand, and he also realized that the engine was not simple.

But the weapon that was enough to affect the Primarch only resulted in a timid head crawling out from it.

Then he immediately shrank back.

Inside the car, a petite girl from Lightling asked, "Boss, what's going on outside?"

Taylor clutched his helmet tightly and answered uneasily.

"I saw him restraining Guilliman, saying obscenities, his face."

"I didn't know Mortarion had such an interest?"

Taylor said uncertainly. "Maybe they had a good time?"

(End of this chapter)