Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 358 I, the Hero of Macragge

The power of the three gods gathered on Frenstein at the same time, and then smashed into the damn cauldron.

The power of Nurgle collided with them, and most importantly, the cauldron was forced to leave the position assigned to it by Nurgle, making it unable to receive the magic from the warp.

Now, due to many accidents, the cauldron with unfinished plague, the crucible of the loving father, has cracked in the mortal world.

Thick dark green juice flowed out of the crucible. The Sisters of Silence and the Imperial Guards immediately stepped forward and sealed the unfinished plague with a spell designed by the Imperial Think Tank before it could exert its magic.

When the cauldron completely cracked, the plague that was enough to kill everything was also frozen in this moment forever.

Just as the Emperor had intended, the efforts of Mortarion and Ku'gath were a miracle that dealt their Master a crushing blow.

Nurgle's schemes were devised, but all he got in return was the burning of his gardens and the smashing of his cauldrons, while Ku'gath and Mortarion were surrounded by the Empire.

The Emperor himself was probably laughing happily on the Golden Throne. After all, Nurgle had spent all his forces on the war against the Five Hundred Worlds, but ended up with such an end.

Kugath stared at the situation in disbelief, knowing full well that if he were given a few more hours, his plague would never be trapped by such a spell...

Secondly, the cauldron cracked, and as the anchor point between the warp and reality, many of Aix's warp visions were rapidly dissipating.

The demons were disappearing quickly, but Mortarion was like a madman, staring at the sky and muttering to himself.

"Seven, seven... the number seven has retreated."

"How could that be? My calculations can't be wrong..."

"What am I missing?"

He looked at Taylor.

"Mortal... mortal? A lowly soul dares to mess with fate. Do you know what you are facing?"

Mortarion stood up angrily, but at this moment, a long sword flashing with golden flames was already in front of him.

Guilliman said. "I have long awaited you, brother."

"Let's have the fair and open confrontation you've been waiting for."

"Just as you promised me."

Mortarion replied. "If you think the Corpse King's gift will allow you to defeat me, you are gravely mistaken. Even without the plague, my power is still far greater than yours!"

He drew his scythe to kill his brother, but Guilliman simply swung the Emperor's sword horizontally, and the blades crossed.

Mortarion subconsciously focused all his attention on the Emperor's Sword, but did not see Guilliman's punch coming towards him.

The Primarch's boxing is basically incomparable to that of a mortal. The Primarch's attacks are all higher in offense than defense, so the fights between them are more like martial arts duels rather than a simple competition of their physical fitness.

Taking advantage of the fact that the traitor Primarch was afraid of the Emperor's Sword, Guilliman once again smashed his fist into Mortarion's face.

Guilliman said, looking at the foul blood on his fist and smiled.

"This trick still works well."

Mortarion covered his face with his hands, blood flowing from his nose, and spoke weakly.

"Guilliman! I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you becoming more and more disgusting?"

He looked at his brother helplessly, completely unable to understand why Guilliman had become like this, from a well-deserved Lord of Ultramar to a damned, insidious villain.

But Guilliman simply put his sword against his brother's neck, dealing with this traitor from ten thousand years ago like a high and mighty judge.

Meanwhile, the Archdaemon Ku'Gath, weakened and unstable by the retreat of Chaos' power, watched helplessly as their defeat became inevitable, and Guilliman's Emperor's Sword was undoubtedly enough to slay him. Weakness, powerlessness, and a heavy sense of defeat hung over Ku'Gath like iron chains, lingering within him like a nightmare.

When Ku'Gath looked up and saw the face of the mortal before him, he cried out in despair.

"You! You don't know what you've done! You stupid, ignorant thing! All you've obeyed and understood is that damned..."

Taylor crouched down, facing Kugath's big fat head with his own chainsword, and said.

"Just try to fool the people below with your preaching, but don't fool yourself."

"I do not think your master, your father, would tolerate human greatness."

On the cold fang of the Kraken, Ku'Gath smelled the breath of the Emperor and said in fear.

"How is it possible? Just as those who landed on Noah's Ark before the flood were safe, if you are willing to convert to my father..."

Taylor replied, "Then you can be a slave for life. All the use of humans is just to make the Imperials fight each other."

"I am not Mortarion, nor am I any other man who can rival the former Captain of the Death Guard."

"I know what will happen if I surrender to the Lord of Plagues. If the Human Empire is only maintained by the lower classes and psykers, then your Plague Dynasty will definitely not hesitate to use all living people to maintain it."

"I don't trust your father. I don't trust any gods. Even if they can give me a good life, can they treat other people the same?"

"Will I be abandoned after their plan is completed?"

"So don't talk about big principles. You are a demon, and I am a mortal. Our positions are destined to be different."

Ku'gath smiled wryly. "Those Slaanesh and Tzeentch are blind. People like you see it all too clearly."

"That's right, humans and demons are different. You don't want to board Noah's Ark, but how can you possibly resist the flood?"

Taylor said. "You're talking about religion all the time. It's really disgusting. I'm going to take you home right now. Remember to say hello to your loving father."

"The Primarchs are back. They are much more reliable than the Ark."

"The Emperor is awakening. I recommend that you, now that you have lost your Crucible, hide well to avoid being hammered by the Emperor!"

Taylor lowered his Chainsword, and Guilliman simultaneously raised the Emperor's Blade.

The two sub-forces representing the Lord of Mankind, Humanity and the Space Marines now constitute the sole incarnation of the Emperor.

But just as the sharp blade was about to take away the Plague Lord's last trump card, a huge, rotten and swollen arm stretched out from the burnt garden.

It grabbed Mortarion and Ku'gath, but the other gods did not take action.

Only the golden light of the Emperor flashed, transforming into a streak of golden flame that shot out from the Emperor's Sword towards Ku'gath and Mortarion.

But this time, before the flames touched the defeated generals, a purple Slaanesh Daemon suddenly appeared from the void, a blue defensive spell appeared from the garden, and the red war roar made Guilliman feel exhausted.

The four gods knew very well that if any of them suffered, they would suffer together, and they would never allow Nurgle to suffer such a loss.

Guilliman climbed to his feet and sighed.

And Taylor wasn't surprised, he just said.

"Emperor, these days are getting weirder and weirder."

"Regent, I'll give you the bill in a few days. Remember to settle the logistical losses."

(End of this chapter)