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"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 power. Why, do you want to see it yourself?"

"My Legion Lord, 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.

Chapter 569: The Guide Party Typhon (Seeking Tracking)

"It is time, Typhon, to guide Mortarion onto the right path."

"The Father of the New and the Last requires Mortarion. A Primarch is the most desirable thing for a great power in the Warp."

"Dedicate your Primarch to the loving Father, and then you will receive the Father's love and take the step towards the sublimation of life."

In Karas Typhon's mind, he recalled the soul transmission from his Word Bearers friend Erebus a few hours ago.

In a sense, Erebus was also Typhon's guide. It was this hand of fate who took the initiative to find Typhon, who was suffering in entanglement and confusion.

At that time, Typhon had already joined the Fourteenth Legion, but he knew very well that he was different from all his battle brothers.

It wasn't just because he was a strong psyker, the Death Guard had an extremely strong gene-seed match, and the legion's numbers were at least among the top of the eighteen legions, not that there weren't Astartes with awakened psykers.

The deeper reason is that Typhon is not a human in the standard sense.

His mother was human, but his father was a humanoid alien from Barbarus.

Don’t ask whether genetics still exists. In Barbaros, humans can mate with aliens and give birth to offspring, and this is only limited to human females and alien males.

Typhon's origin is even more blasphemous than the mutants and despised by the Empire, because half of his body is alien blood.

The Imperial Truth tells mankind that there are two things in the world that are the most hateful and dangerous.

One is hatred of intelligence, and the other is alien races.

Of course, due to Roche's influence, the first rule is becoming blurred and weakened, but the second rule is still an absolute principle.

What's even more ridiculous is that such a hybrid of human and alien had actually passed the Astartes transformation surgery and climbed to the high position of a company captain in an alien killer corps like the Death Guard.

If Typhon were exposed to the Empire's sight, he would undoubtedly be crushed to ashes by the enraged Mortarion, no matter what deep comradeship they had.

The Death Guard will also be put on the platform of shame, and when other legions see them, they can say, I heard that your first company commander is an alien?

In this extremely twisted environment, Typhon learned to be patient and tenacious. He had to do his best and climb to the top to avoid being killed.

Typhon was conceited and believed that he worked harder than anyone else. He charged into the most dangerous battlefields and beheaded the enemies. He made the greatest contribution to the legion and won the admiration and respect of everyone.

However, no matter what, he could not avoid the shadow of Mortarion.

Yes, for a filial son like Typhon, Mortarion's existence is just an indelible shadow.

Even if he put in the greatest effort and learned as many combat skills and war strategies as possible, Mortarion could do better than him just by looking at them.

He didn't even need to sit on anything. As long as he appeared in front of the Astartes who had been implanted with the Death Guard gene-seed, the instinct coming from the genes would make them offer all their loyalty and worship.

If I were to describe Typhon in one sentence, it would be that he feels like he is always living in the other person's shadow.

They were brothers who fought aliens together in Barbarus, how come they became father and son later? Why is Mortarion better than him in everything?

Why?

His father was a damned abomination, while Mortarion's father was the glorious Lord of Mankind.

He doesn't agree!

Under the guidance of Erebus, Typhon realized the close connection between psionic energy and the Warp, and finally learned the name of the "kind father" who had always appeared in his dreams.

That is Nurgle, the supreme lord of plague, the symbol of life and death, the chaos god who controls the three ways.

"The reason why Barbarus is forever shrouded in poisonous fog, and all life withers in disease, yet it stubbornly continues to exist on this lifeless land, is that the loving father has already chosen this land."

The interpretation of the Word Bearers priests opened Typhon's eyes, and he even realized one thing, that is, the humanoid aliens on Barbarus, perhaps a long time ago, these "aliens" were also humans.

This explains why they are able to mate with human females and produce complete and stable offspring.

It was the great power of the Father that changed those humans, turning them into a new species with extraordinary psychic powers. They were not aliens, but the next life form of humans.

Upon learning this, Typhon fell hopelessly under the command of the Lord of Plague and swore allegiance to this great God of Life.

But now, Typhon, who had already become a follower of Nurgle, felt His great desire for the Primarch from the will of His father.

This made Kharas Typhon extremely hurt. Why, why did all the people and the gods favor Mortarion? It was obvious that he was the pioneer who took the initiative to throw himself into the arms of the loving father, but the loving father had a special liking for the primarch who was reluctant to surrender.

Typhon felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he had tried his best but still couldn't beat him, so all his efforts were in vain.

For this, he could only make one last attempt. He could tolerate Mortarion sharing his father's love, but he wanted to let his father see his own value through the great achievements of corrupting the Primarch.

Killing the navigator was the first step in his plan.

"My lord, even without those disloyal navigators, I am still here." Typhon's tone suddenly became submissive, no longer as domineering and arrogant as before.

Mortarion was confused and uncertain, and could not understand Typhon's thoughts.

His offspring and comrade-in-arms seemed to be in an unstable mental state.

But the reality is that Typhon's quick decision has deprived Mortarion of the power to choose.

The navigators' heads had been thrown in front of him. So what even if they were in collusion with the shameless traitors around his father, the Demonic Mark Malcador?

The Lord of Death must make a choice.

Should he continue along the path given by Typhon, or abandon Horus' order.

The time Horus left them was very tight, and it was almost impossible to find a few qualified navigators now.

Some extremely hidden signs of warp corruption have appeared on the cabin deck of the Endurance, and the spreading unknown moss and textured tissue like flesh and blood have filled the steel skeleton of the Queen of Glory.

Ordinary navigators simply cannot adapt to the environment here. Only those elite navigators who have been living with the Endurance's machine spirit day and night and have worked closely with each other can take on this important task.

"Believe me, sir, I am the captain of the legion. I love the legion deeply and I would never do anything that would harm the interests of the legion." Typhon said sincerely.

He was not lying. In his opinion, being able to join his fighting brothers in the arms of their loving father was undoubtedly the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Let me guide the legion. I can also identify the direction in the vast ocean of ether and find the correct location of Ullanor."

"Put the fate of the Legion... in my hands."

The Corpse King hates them, but the love of a kind father has no boundaries or thresholds. He loves all existences in the world equally and fairly, from some huge wild beasts that can roam the universe in the flesh to a bacterium or a virus, all are equal in the eyes of Nurgle.

Mortarion looked into Typhon's eyes. The eyes of this comrade who had once fought alongside Barbarus were no longer as pure and bright as before. There was an ominous green tint in his dim yellow pupils.

But the way he made the assurance matched the way Mortarion remembered it.