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

Chapter 613 Mortarion's Choice (Request for Subscription)
“Who the hell are you!”

"Get out of here!"

Mortarion staggered and looked around, waving the giant sickle in his hand with extreme vigilance. The sharp edge was enough to cut through everything and cut off the flesh and moss plants that were growing and spreading.

The Barbarus originally had a tall and lean figure, looking like a skinny stick, but now the flesh under his power armor is swelling and swollen uncontrollably, and the whole person looks like he has gained several pounds, appearing stiffer and slower.

Filthy psychic energy was drilling into his body, which was not affected by his will. The whispers of the terrifying existence called the Father echoed in his ears every moment, calling him to join this harmonious big family.

relief……

free……

warmth……

Every seven seconds, a long whisper would come to Mortarion's ears, like the last breath of an old man before dying, or the cry of a baby when it was born.

Even the Primarch had his limits, his willpower was strong, but it was useless.

A father's love cannot be overcome by force.

Mortarion's rebuke received no response, and the voice that had just called him soon became quiet, as if testing or avoiding something.

Instinctively, Mortarion's intuition told him that the owner of this voice meant no harm.

But rationally speaking, he felt that this was extremely ridiculous. In this damn filthy garden, was there anything without malicious intent?
Yes, those Nurgle demons may really feel that they have no ill intentions, but their kindness is the greatest malice to the life in the real universe.

This is just like a human child who thinks his pet is too cold and boils a pot of boiling water to keep it warm. The child's kindness will cause the pet to be burned and die miserably.

Nurgle's kindness as a father has long since become twisted and deformed.

The Lord of Death seemed to have seen himself becoming something no different from those monsters. What frightened him even more was that as time passed, his hatred and contempt for the demons of Nurgle were fading.

When he saw those pus-oozing zombies and the wriggling, smelly mountains again, he actually felt a sense of...pleasure in his heart?
Everything seems to be brighter, there is so much vitality here, and all things are blooming.

No! This can't go on!
Mortarion slapped himself and tried to wake up. He would rather die than get involved with these ghosts.

However, the Primarch's powerful blow to his face did not bring any of the expected pain. The Lord of Death felt that his ability to endure pain seemed to have increased again, but this time he was not proud of his own resilience, which meant that the power of the evil god was spreading.

He raised his heavy head. The Primarch's extraordinary body was heating up. Mortarion knew very well that his body was very abnormal. In theory, the Primarch should be immune to most diseases and injuries in the world.

The Emperor's extraordinary technology has endowed the Primarchs with an invulnerable physique and an almost immortal self-healing ability.

Even if his lungs were taken out and thrown away, they would grow back on their own.

Through the porthole of the battleship, he could see the thick fog outside, a gray-green, rotten mist that was extremely similar to the poisonous fog on Barbaros.

The Babarus man suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in his mind. Perhaps this evil god had met him long ago.

Could it be that his adoptive father, the alien overlord, is also connected to Nurgle?
Mortarion recalled the day when he climbed to the highest peak of the planet and crossed the poisonous fog to fight his adoptive father. He fought with the enemy in the poisonous fog, but the poisonous fog would consume his strength and make the damn alien stronger and stronger. He had a similar sense of despair at that time.

"You're in a bad way."

Suddenly, the hallucinatory voice appeared again, and this time Mortarion caught her trace.

"who are you?!"

But compared to the initial vigilance and hatred, his tone was much softer now. His hoarse and long voice symbolized the deterioration of his condition. He was longing for a miracle that was almost impossible to happen.

It seemed to be a woman's voice, but it made Mortarion feel like spring breeze, as if the pain and scars on his body were slightly improved.

This immediately gave the Lord of Death a strange feeling. He was not interested in women, but a witch who could heal him was obviously an exception.

"Do not resist my power, human," the female voice continued.

The next second, a light green energy pulse entered his body, helping him to dispel the corrupting power from the Lord of Plague.

Mortarion only felt that his body became alive again. He no longer felt slow, decayed and stagnant. The strong smell of despair and the premonition of death receded like the tide.

"This power seems similar to that of the evil god, yet it is the opposite." "It is the opposite of Nurgle, but it is much weaker."

He quickly analyzed in his mind that the Death Guard were all skilled witch hunters, and their understanding of psychics even surpassed that of many psychics themselves.

Mortarion instinctively wanted to use his tried-and-true numerology to resolve the confusion, as he had done time and time again in the past, but the voice stopped him sternly.

"stop!"

"Foolish human, you are borrowing His power, which will only make you corrupt faster!"

The female voice carried a hint of emotion, even anger and fear.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by my numerology, using His power?"

Mortarion screamed like a fart whose toes had been stepped on, and he suddenly felt a feeling that frightened him.

"Why do you always deceive yourself? Son of the Emperor of Mankind, it is obvious that you are also a psyker, and your psyker power is so strong that you can even ask Nurgle directly for answers to your confusion."

"There is no such thing as numerology in the world. All the answers you think you have are given by Him."

“The loving Father may be generous. No matter how much you pester Him, He will never tire of giving you revelation.”

After hearing the female voice's answer, Mortarion's heart suddenly broke.

Even his fingers that were tightly gripping the giant sickle of Silence loosened slightly and almost slipped.

"Impossible, this is impossible. How could I be a dirty psychic freak? No! No!"

The Lord of Death recalled the words that Typhon had said before, when he betrayed him, and the familiar power flowing in his blood.

If he is really a psychic, then what is the meaning of everything he has done before?
The witch hunters who hunt down psychic wizards throughout the galaxy are actually psychics themselves. This is the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Stop your self-destruction, human."

"Human? What are you? An alien? A demon? Or something I don't understand?" Mortarion's heart was filled with a strong desire to give up, and even the despair that was suppressed by Aisha's divine power began to fight back again.

The female voice hesitated again, as if considering whether to tell Mortarion her identity.

"You can call me Aisha. I am the goddess of life of the Eldar. I am imprisoned here because of some things."

"Now only I can help you, do you understand? In just seven days and seven hours, you will be completely assimilated by Nurgle's power. You will be promoted to his prince and become one of the children of the garden."

When he heard Aisha's identity, Mortarion instinctively felt a deep hatred.

Psychics, aliens, and gods, the three things he hated the most merged together, and now he could only rely on the other party's mercy to survive, which was a great insult.

But...is he qualified to say no?

He is stubborn and arrogant, but definitely not stupid. Some things can be planned after he recovers.

Mortarion still understood the principle that a man of insight is a wise man.

The strong desire to survive shattered the stubbornness and prejudice formed over the long years, and the Lord of Death lowered his proud head.

He must bring revenge and judgment to Karas Typhon, the damned traitor who wanted to destroy the entire Death Guard Legion.

No, it wasn't that he wanted to, he had almost done it, and most of the Death Guards were unable to resist anymore.

Before this, he must not be corrupted by Nurgle.

"Please forgive my offense, Ms. Aisha."

Mortarion suddenly came to his senses.

"Please help me, I have to get out of this damn garden!"

(End of this chapter)