Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 568: Reverse Tiangang (Seeking Tracking)

"You ask me what I did?"

"Why ask even though you already know?"

Calastiphon suddenly laughed, and his power armor made a creaking sound that came from lack of maintenance.

Along with the strange noise of mucus squirming and dripping, the servo system seemed to be stuck, and the clicking sound tortured the listener's nerves.

These sounds that sound like noises are woven together to form a wonderful music with melody.

It is as if the spring breeze blows through the flowers and the autumn breeze withers the leaves; life is born and withers here, and the cycle of life and death is all contained therein.

Mortarion instinctively felt that this sound was unusually familiar to him, although the Primarch's brain instantly recalled all his past memories, he was sure that he had never heard such a sound.

So where does this sense of familiarity come from?

"Look at these heads, Mortarion." Karastiphon called the Primarch by his name, which was a very subtle insult to an Astartes.

Even if he was a company commander, this was an offense to the Lord of the Legion.

However, the Lord of Death was no longer in the mood to dwell on these details. His quick mind instantly thought that since Karastiphon had killed all the navigators on the warship, how should they arrive at Ullanor on time according to the Warmaster's orders?

Without a navigator, there would be no way to navigate the Warp, which would be fatal to Horus's order.

Karastiphon looked at the shocked and surprised expression on his genetic father's face, and he sneered in his heart.

He has been pretending for too long, and now it's finally time to show his true self.

Look at him, Mortarion, he is so hypocritical and so stupid, he clearly claims that he hates and despises all psychic powers, but he condones the existence of Navigators and Astropaths.

His beliefs and positions are so fragile that he will compromise at the slightest force majeure. What qualifications does he have to claim that he is a tough person?

Mortarion confirmed the identities of those heads once again, and the smile on his face began to slowly disappear, and a hint of iron-blue stiffness emerged.

"You'd better give me a strong enough reason, Karas, maybe I can forgive your disrespect."

"What the hell are you crazy about?"

Although the Lord of Death didn't know what was going on between his son and the company captain, he still tried his best to suppress his anger out of love for his son and respect for his former comrades.

Mortarion was a loving father, of course compared to Perturabo and Angron.

"Reason?" Typhon laughed disdainfully.

"You should thank me. My men discovered the little tricks of these navigators. They were secretly communicating with the magic pattern Malcador. You should know how great a threat their behavior is to our legion."

"They rebelled and deserted the Death Guard, just like that damned Nathaniel Garro."

"It was me who saved our legion once again." Typhon's voice paused for a long time on the word "we".

Hearing the name, Mortarion showed a mixed emotion on his face, but he still waved his hand.

"Don't mention his name."

"Where is the evidence of their rebellion? Why have I not received any news?" Mortarion asked.

For some reason he instinctively felt uneasy. This was his legion, and he was not the first to receive the news.

Doubts plagued his mind, he did not understand, if his ship's navigator was a traitor, then why it had taken so many years for them to betray the Emperor and only now be exposed.

And he just happened to be caught by Typhon's people.

This is all just... too coincidental.

"The evidence is the memories I dug out of their minds using psychic energy. Why, do you want to personally review it?" "Master of my Legion, come and take a look at the memories contained in this ball of psychic energy."

Karastiphon stretched out his right hand, and a hazy dark green light ball flickered in his palm.

When he saw Typhon using his psychic powers in front of him, Mortarion's displeasure grew stronger.

After he chose to follow Horus' great cause, he learned that his captain was actually a long-hidden psyker.

This was a major blow to him. The comrade who had fought against the psychic alien overlord with him turned out to be a psychic as well.

Is he actually a hidden psychic? Ridiculous! Unbelievable!

However, due to their past comradeship, he resisted the urge to burn the other party to death, but he required Typhon to swear never to use his psychic powers in front of him from now on.

"Forget it, put away your filthy evil power and don't play with it in front of me." said the Lord of Death.

Things have come to this point, and there is nothing he can do.

Typhon dispersed the psychic energy in his hand casually. Although he had always fought as a pure warrior, the strength of his psychic energy should not be underestimated.

Perhaps he could not be compared with someone as strong as Ahriman of the Thousand Sons, but he was definitely not much inferior.

Mortarion kept another account with Typhon in his heart. He was no longer arrogant, but could be called insolent.

Why, why did his comrades become like this? The Lord of Death was puzzled.

Looking at Mortarion who was in pain, Typhon felt more pleasure in his heart, and even had a kind of pleasure like taking hallucinogens.

It wasn't enough, his desire for revenge against Mortarion was not enough!
He was fed up with Mortarion's naivety, his stupidity and arrogance, he always held others to his own standards and expectations, just as he always held the Death Shroud to a configuration of 49 people.

His stupid numerology, come on, it's just fucking psychic, right? Can a name change cover it up?

Typhon has endured for too long. Mortarion always cares for the Death Guards in a disgusting "father" manner.

Perhaps the later Astartes did not feel anything, or even felt unusually warm, but Karas Typhon was Mortarion's comrade-in-arms and also one of the leaders in the resistance against the alien overlords. Why should he treat him with such a condescending attitude?

Whenever Mortarion spoke to him in a loving tone, Typhon's hair almost stood on end, but he had to endure this love.

"But Karas, without a navigator, how can we navigate the warp? We must obey the orders of the Warmaster. We all have one goal: to defeat the false emperor and knock my hypocritical father off his throne!"

Mortarion's voice was dull and filled with anger.

The reason why the Lord of Death rebelled against the Emperor was simple, even absurdly simple compared to other Primarchs.

Back on the planet Barbarus, Mortarion faced off against his alien adoptive father on top of a mountain covered in poisonous fog.

But he was still too young to resist the extremely harsh environment. Even the original body was not completely immune to the poison, but his alien adoptive father could gain strength from it.

As one side gained strength while the other side lost strength, Mortarion was even in danger of being killed and enslaved by the other side. At this time, the Emperor descended from the sky and directly helped his son kill the other side.

When the divine power of the Lord of Mankind directly evaporated the poisonous fog on the top of the mountain and killed the damned psychic alien with ease, Mortarion's heart instead gave rise to...resentment.

He resented his father for snatching away his old enemy, making him lose the chance of revenge forever.

As soon as Typhon saw Mortarion showing his stupid mother face again, he immediately realized that this guy was resentful of the Emperor again.

He hated the Emperor as much, but he found it even more ridiculous that he had a genetic father like Mortarion, who was like a giant baby.

Damn, has his brain gone stupid from the poison gas? If the Emperor hadn't acted in time, his head would have been twisted off by the alien overlord and kicked around like a ball. Now he's still blaming the Emperor for stealing his enemy.

Typhon hated Mortarion immensely, but even more than his hatred was his jealousy of him.

(End of this chapter)