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

Chapter 570 I am Typhons (Please follow up)
Karas Typhon is gradually breaking through Mortarion's psychological defenses.

Through a little bit of probing, he slowly made his genetic father accept a fact - that is, the Fourteenth Legion must now rely on his abilities in order to continue to complete the tasks set by the Warmaster.

"My lord, I need the equipment on my flagship, Terminus Est, for better navigation." Typhon said, looking into Mortarion's eyes hidden behind his hood and breathing mask.

"You can go there and keep an eye on me, to prevent me from doing something you're afraid of."

"You can doubt me, doubt your comrades, and doubt your brothers."

Hearing Typhon's words, Mortarion suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He was indeed wary of his company commander, but the other party said it openly in front of him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

But he did not reject the other party's proposal. The Lord of Death decided to go to the End to inspect the situation of the fleet.

In previous wars, a company captain had always led a detachment of fleets to carry out independent missions. This was also to maximize the strength of the legion. They had too many star regions to take care of and had to disperse their forces.

For no reason, Mortarion felt a sense of threat from the arrogant Typhon, and he was somewhat worried about the loyalty of the detachment.

The Primarch, along with his Deathshroud Guards and Typhon, boarded a battle barge called the Greenheart and headed for the Terminus Est which was on standby.

The Terminus Est is an extremely large ship, and even compared to the Legion's flagship, the Endurance, it is not much inferior.

It had a spectacular forked bow and a complex layered macro-cannon structure, and it was like a giant poisonous snake opening its bloody mouth to engulf the Green Heart.

"Welcome to the Terminus Est, my lord." Typhon smiled brightly. His pale yellow and thin face looked a little weird when paired with the smile, but Mortarion just took it as him being excited about his arrival.

He didn't want to have a rift with Typhon, after all, he was one of his few remaining comrades.

Typhon's confidant and deputy Bios had been waiting for a long time with the squadron's Death Guard. His face was as pale and haggard as Typhon's, but his body was a little swollen and he did not look like a healthy living person.

Rows of Death Guard knelt on one knee, tapping their chests with their gauntlets in unison, while shouting words of worship for the Pale King.

Typhon led his Primarch into the core bridge, while Mortarion silently counted the steps he had taken in his mind.

Afterwards, he began metaphysical calculations using the "Numerology" he created. This is the specialty of the Lord of Death, and it can often play an unexpected role.

Suddenly, the Lord of Death knocked the metal handle of the giant scythe in his hand onto the deck of the ship, making a dull loud noise.

"What's wrong, my lord?" Typhon turned his head, with a hint of unusual caution and vigilance in his eyes.

"Nothing." Mortarion said, and continued to follow Typhon.

However, in his heart, the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. He had just calculated through numerology that he would face the greatest danger of his life.

Numerology was rarely wrong, and Mortarion firmly believed in this secret art created by his wisdom.

But he didn't understand what could threaten him when he was protected by his own legion, his own home ground, and his own soldiers.

Ryan Jonson has already led the Empire's expeditionary force in retreat, and there is no longer any large-scale resistance in the vast universe.

He secretly laughed at his own suspicion and caution. Typhon might have some dishonest thoughts, but that was human nature. His long experience of being exiled made him accustomed to being alone and in a leadership position. Now that he suddenly returned to the legion, he was inevitably a little lost.

Finally, under the leadership of Typhon, Mortarion arrived at the end of the bridge.

The Terminus Est's warp engines were running at full speed, pushing the battleship towards the void of the Sea of ​​Souls.

A huge warp space rift opened up at Mandeville Point, and the fleet led by the Terminus Est was entering it in an orderly manner.

The gaping crack emitted a hazy pink-purple light, and the non-material light was distorted into a bizarre and terrifying image. It was difficult to describe the appearance with concrete words, and the shock could only be roughly expressed with the word "chaotic light".

The portholes slowly lowered their blast curtains, intended to shield the warship's crew from the extremely chaotic and disordered light of the Warp. Even if they had joined the Warmaster's camp, the Four Chaos Gods would escort their warship's navigation and astropathic communications.

However, the chaos of the Supreme Heaven itself means that any intelligent life that witnesses its true appearance is likely to lose its will and become completely insane.

Humans cannot understand chaos, and those who have too deep an understanding of chaos are most likely to transform into monsters called Chaos Eggs.

Geller's stance protects the battleship in a bubble-like environment to prevent the power of the subspace from contaminating the existence within.

When the fleet completely entered the warp, Typhon at the front suddenly let out a strange giggle, the sound was like the cry of a night owl, making people's hair stand on end.

His voice, combined with the opening of the Warp rift, was like a strange laugh from the mouth of the abyss.

"We will have a new life, all of us," Typhon said to himself.

Mortarion clenched his scythe, Annihilation, in his hand, trying to gain some sense of security from this artifact of his.

He looked at Typhon's back warily, imagining in his mind how crisp and smooth it would be when his scythe cut off the other's head.

However, nothing happened. He loosened the scythe in his hand, shook his head slowly, and walked towards the cabin.

Perhaps he needed to take some time off to rest and be in the best possible condition before the battle on Terra.

Typhon used his psychic power to guide the direction of the fleet. Strangely enough, the tides of the Warp were always changing, rolling and surging every moment, but after the arrival of the Death Guard fleet, everything came to a standstill.

The sea of ​​souls was filled with deathly silence, like a ferry crossing the River Styx, slowly creating ripples.

They were heading towards the deepest part of the Warp, which was not the direction of Ullanor. However, due to the loss of the navigator's warning, everyone, led by Typhon, headed towards hell without hesitation.

Only Typhon's smile became more and more sincere, because he knew that he was getting closer and closer to the realm of his loving father.

The Terminus Est sailed in the subspace for so long that even the atomic clock on the battleship began to show abnormalities. They just sailed farther and farther, and even gradually lost their direction.

And Typhon still ensures that everything is under control.

Mortarion was a patient man, but his patience was worn out during this aimless voyage.

He could tolerate Typhon no longer, his stupidity was making the Warmaster's rallying orders a joke.

The angry Pale King, protected by his death shroud, comes looking for Typhon, who must pay the price for his mistakes and outrageous words.

However, when they arrived at the bridge, they saw only an empty metal deck, and Typhon had long disappeared.

Mortarion suddenly felt a bitter smell like ash in his mouth. The Lord of Death rarely had obvious taste reactions because he was immersed in the poisonous gas of Barbarus all day long.

Then, his lungs, which he was so proud of, began to twitch violently, and incredibly, he felt suffocating.

This was impossible. Not even the deadly gas from Barbaros could choke him.

"Typhon, get out here!" Mortarion roared.

And a strange sound responded to him. It didn't sound like the sound of human vocal cords, but more like countless insects vibrating their wings together, making a gathering of discordant buzzing sounds.

"There is no more Typhon, Mortarion."

The chilling voice continued to sound.

"I am Typhons."

(End of this chapter)