Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 345: Anxious Mortarion
In the no-man's land covered by endless and thick toxins, the curse of plague corruption has turned into an endless stream. Ku'gath is crafting the greatest curse of his life.

He was wearing a full set of protective clothing made of a heavy Tyranid exoskeleton. The material from the Zerg could effectively suppress the power of the subspace, and the closed structure could ensure Ku'gath's safety.

After all, this was the first time he had forged such a terrifying thing, and with the help of his father's cauldron, he was now challenging his own limits.

Kugath hasn't rested for several months. In this place where time and space are distorted by the subspace, he is almost working non-stop to create that thing.

Just like weaving silk thread, he skillfully put countless toxins into the crucible with an accuracy far beyond any human instrument.

Ku'Gath has now created the ability for this toxin to bypass all body defenses and disregard any medication that might stop it.

But the devil was still not satisfied. He spent time boiling it, injecting new power and possibilities into it like peeling off layers of silk from an onion.

Finally, quantitative change led to qualitative change. The perfect fusion of countless toxins and viruses gathered under the magic of the subspace and collapsed into a black hole today.

This was Nurgle's huge cauldron, which had been boiling for several months without boiling, but suddenly boiled today, with countless bubbles rolling in it, but Kugath did not feel the slightest bit of joy.

The great demon retreated in fear, fearing that the splash of water from the thing would splash on him, and then used a huge pair of pliers to take the drop of crystal clear blood of the primordial body out of the bottle and jar.

He was as terrified as if he were facing a strong radioactive body, and retreated away from the toxin he had made. Every time a bubble burst, Kugath's huge body would tremble.

He carefully opened the storage tank, and the Primarch's blood solidified inside, looking like a soft spherical gem, sticky and beautiful.

Ku'gath chanted. "Blood of the Primarch, the Emperor's Son!"

"The beginning of the crucible, the god of plague!"

Then the huge body squirmed slightly and poured blood into it like a devout believer.

At this moment, Kuga's breathing had stopped, and he could feel goose bumps rising abnormally on his skin.

Now, every cell that made up his real body was warning him not to get close to this horrible thing.

How ridiculous! He is a demon born from the plague, but now he is afraid of the plague he created.

When Kugath wiped the sweat from his forehead, he covered the big pot with a lid, sat on the ground almost exhausted, leaning against his bottles and jars, and sighed.

"My father, if there's any work like this in the future, I'll have to hand it over to my other brothers and sisters..."

He kept wiping the dark green sweat from his head until an uninvited guest arrived.

Mortarion walked into the room and immediately scolded Ku'gath, who had worked so hard to cook the plague.

"You've been hiding here for so long, where's the plague you promised me?"

"In a few days, the seven planets in this galaxy will intersect at one point, and we will be the seventh planet in this point."

"And according to Terran standards, it would take exactly 77 hours for the orbits of the seven planets to show noticeable deviations."

"Do you realize what this means, Ku'gath?" His voice was hoarse and rapid, as if he was questioning why Ku'gath hadn't yet successfully boiled away the plague.

Ku'gath simply got up and pushed Mortarion out of the cauldron, fearing that this reckless guy would overturn his vicious creation.

After he used all his strength to ensure the safety of his cauldron, he complained in response. "What's 777?"

"Are you a little too superstitious?"

"Mortarion, my father chose this sacred number because seven carries the ancient meaning of revelation and ending."

"In other words, from a human perspective, the number 7 has no meaning."

Mortarion erupted in anger upon hearing this. "Pointless?! How could it be pointless?!"

"Ku'gaz, I won't tolerate your nonsense. Those numbers are part of the laws of nature!"

"Destiny and fate are all in it!"

"You are short-sighted and foolish, and cannot comprehend the secrets of my numerology. I don't blame you."

"But you desecrated the sacred numbers and called my science superstition. This makes me angry!"

"Stupidity is no excuse for your nonsense, Kugath."

Kugas's originally dark green face turned slightly red at this moment, and his tired body seemed to have gained a lot of confidence, and he cursed.

"Superstition, it's all superstition, you stupid guy. Your life span is only ten thousand years, but I existed before the first virus was discovered by humans!"

"Mortarion, I understand better than you what so-called faith is, and where so-called numbers and psychic energy come from."

"And you, you're just messing around with a few coincidences and calling it a discipline!"

Mortarion spoke hastily now. "Deliver the poison to me by tomorrow."

Kugath was silent, then he replied, "I'll give it to you."

"This is my father's wish."

"But you don't set the time!"

He returned to his room, closed the door, and listened to the gurgling sound of the cauldron, from which a foul odor rose, like a pot of something indescribable.

And Kugath looked at his greatest creation with only fear in his heart.

He was not sure whether he should do as his father said and hand the virus over to this ignorant guy.

Thinking of this, he also realized that he had no way to get Guilliman to inject the divine plague.

He finally said to the outside of the door.

"Mortarion, my plague can kill everything. Remember, under no circumstances can it appear in the air."

"You must swear, you must guarantee, that the plague was transmitted from the syringe to Guilliman's body."

"Because that thing is not a toxin, but a water of death that can erase the concept of matter."

"Every living thing with substance in this world will be killed by it. When the cursed thing dies, its concept will be erased."

"In other words, even you, Mortarion, Lord of Plagues, Father of the Death Guard, will disappear from this world because of this curse, and no one can save you."

"This is no joke, Mortarion!"

At this point, a heavy voice came from outside the ancient door. "Seven is a sacred number, seven is a constant, seven is our victory."

"As long as the killing of my brother takes place on that day, everything will fall into place."

"I've set the stage, Kugath!"

"That was the last imperial city. I left it there on purpose to make my brother taste the bitterness of defeat!"

(End of this chapter)